Kris Kristofferson - From the Bottle to the Bottom

      -Standard Tuning-


Verse 1:

G
You ask me if I'm happy now 
                             D
That's good as any joke I've heard

It seems that since I've seen you last 
                                 G
I done forgot the meaning of the words


Verse 2:
G
If happiness is empty rooms and drinking in the afternoon
                              C
Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam
    D
But if it's got a thing to do with smiling or forgetting you
                                    G
Well I don't guess that I can say I am


Chorus:
G
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
                                          D
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew

When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
                                                              G
He's been putting in his shoes to keep the ground from coming through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
                                            C
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
                D
Well that's the way that I've been feeling 

Since the day I started falling

From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
                                 G
Learning how to live with losing you


Verse 3:
G
You wonder if I'm better off with freedom 
                       D
Now to do the things I choose

Well all my times my own and I got nothing left 
                     G
But sleeping time to lose


Verse 4:
G
There's no one here to carry on if I stay out the whole night long
                                  C
Or give a tinkers damn if I don't call
    D
I'm living like I wanted to and doing things I wanna do
                                     G
And nothing seems to mean a thing at all


Chorus:
G
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
                                          D
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew

When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
                                                              G
He's been putting in his shoes to keep the ground from coming through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
                                            C
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
                D
Well that's the way that I've been feeling 

Since the day I started falling

From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
                                     G
From the bottle to the bottom losing you