From the Bottle to the Bottom (Kris Kristofferson)

You ask me if I'm happy now, well, that's as good as any joke I've heard,
Seems like since I've seen you last I've done forget the meaning of the word,
If happiness is empty rooms and drinkin' in the afternoon, well, I suppose I'm happy as a clam,
But if it's got a thing to do with smilin' or forgettin' you, well, I don't guess that I can say I am.

Did you ever see a down-and-outer wakin' up alone without a blanket on to keep him from the dew,
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper he's been a-puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground
from a-comin' through,
And his future feels as empty as the pockets in his pants, because he's never seen a single dream come true,
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started fallin' from the bottle to the bottom stool by stool,
Learnin' hard to live with loosin' you.

You wonder if I'm better off with freedom now to do the things I choose,
All my time's my own and I got nothing left but sleep and time to loose,
There's no one here to carry on if I stay out the whole night long or give a tinker's damn if I don't call,
I'm livin' like I wanna do and doin' things I want to do and nothin' means a thing to me at all.

Did you ever see a down-and-outer wakin' up alone without a blanket on to keep him from the dew,
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper he's been a-puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground
from a-comin' through,
And his future feels as empty as the pockets in his pants, because he's never seen a single dream come true,
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started fallin' from the bottle to the bottom stool by stool,
Learnin' hard to live with loosin' you.

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