Porter Wagoner - At the bottom of the bottle

^CAt the bottom of the bottle is ^Fwhere a man can hide When he ^Cmust cross a river he ^D7knows is too ^G7wide

When the ^Cbottle is empty even ^Fheartaches are gone Though his ^Ceyes can't see no one he ^G7don't feel ^Calone

Come go with me to the bottom of the ^Fbottle On our ^Cway down we may meet fond mem^G7ories

I talk ^Cbetter from the bottom of the ^Fbottle Come join the ^Cman who she ^G7left so helples^Csly

They all tell me that last night my ^Fbaby came in And she ^Cwalked to my table to ^D7forgive me ^G7again

My ^Ceyes caught a memory and my ^Fmind tried in vain I said your ^Cface looks familiar but ^G7I can't call your ^Cname

Come go with me to the bottom of the ^Fbottle On our ^Cway down we may meet fond mem^G7ories

I talk ^Cbetter from the bottom of the ^Fbottle Come join the ^Cman who she ^G7left so helples^Csly