Bottoming Out — текст песни (Reed Lou)

I`m cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country road
And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill
Where last week I fell off
There`s still some oil by the old elm tree
And a dead squirrel that I hit
But if I hadn`t left, I would`ve struck you dead
So I took a ride instead
Bottoming out, bottoming out, I`m bottoming out, bottoming out
My doctor says, she hopes I know, how lucky I can be
After all it wasn`t my blood, mixed in the dirt that night
And we must really examine this
And I say I need another drink
Bottoming out
I`m tearing down Rt. 80 East, the sun`s on my right side
I`m drunk, but my vision`s good and I think of my child bride
I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass
Bottoming out