no answers at the bottom of a bottle

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Recent flurry of CW songs, thought I'd join in the mood, wrote this a couple of days ago so probably right time to post!

[intro]

[verse 1]

Another red eyed cowboy, two elbows on the bar,

twirls a glass of JB between the fingers of his hand.

Stares at his reflection, a stranger's lookin' back,

her voice is in his head, drowned out by the band.

[verse 2]

She'd found somebody else, who didn't smell of cows,

shaved his face each mornin', an' wore a suit all day.

Had someone to polish his shoes, drive him in his car,

no last minute cancellations, cos he'd been called away.

[chorus]

There's no answers at the bottom of a bottle,

no truths hidin' in the dregs.

Solutions in a glass, ain't waitin' to be found,

things'll never look up, when yer face's in the ground.

[verse 3]

Hookers dressed as nuns, nurses in high heels,

only women who spoke to him, rest ran for the hills.

Cuts and bruises, third bar fight lost this week,

only memories ever hurt, for those he took the pills.

[chorus]

There's no answers at the bottom of a bottle,

no truths hidin' in the dregs.

Solutions in a glass, ain't waitin' to be found,

things'll never look up, when yer face's in the ground.

[verse 4]

Burnin' through the savin's put aside for the weddin',

drank the bridesmaid's dresses, gambled away the cake.

Woke up next to somethin' better than nothin'.

he didn't care, it seemed everyone's on the make.

[chorus]

There's no answers at the bottom of a bottle,

no truths hidin' in the dregs.

Solutions in a glass, ain't waitin' to be found,

things'll never look up, when yer face's in the ground.

[bridge]

Got picked up outside her place, howlin' at the moon,

trooper knew his dad, the cop just drove him home.

Spring was just a nightmare, summer a fuzzy haze,

They married in the Fall, he got sent down for 30 days.

[chorus]

There's no answers at the bottom of a bottle,

no truths hidin' in the dregs.

Solutions in a glass, ain't waitin' to be found,

things'll never look up, when yer face's in the ground.

[outro]

There's still that cowboy sittin', at the end of the bar,

glass twirlin' in his hand, eyes starin' somewhere far.