The Bottom Songtext
von Chris Stapleton

Love is a mystery, it′s a tricky thing
It's more than a word, it′s more than a ring
When the right thing turns to wrong
Turns on into a lonesome song
And everybody knows how it goes when it does

And the bottle holds the whiskey, the whiskey holds the man
The man holds the bottle when it's all that's left
And the left-hand lights what the right-hand holds
The smoke can′t hide what the heart regrets
′Cause the heart holds the memory and the memory holds the past
And the past holds the woman at the bottom of the glass
So I don't have a problem
If I don′t see the bottom


I played it all over, over in my mind
I'm lookin′ for reason
I just can't find
Wish I knew what I could blame
Without a moment, I could name
I don′t have a thing that I recall

And the bottle holds the whiskey, the whiskey holds the man
The man holds the bottle when it's all that's left
And the left-hand lights what the right-hand holds
The smoke can′t hide what the heart regrets
′Cause the heart holds the memory, and the memory holds the past
And the past holds the woman at the bottom of the glass
So I don't have a problem
If I don′t see the bottom

'Cause the heart holds the memory and the memory holds the past
And the past holds the woman at the bottom of the glass
So I don′t have a problem
But I don't see the bottom

Whoa, the hurt′s holdin' me, and I'm holdin′ on
To a hundred-proof truth and a hope that′s long gone
So I don't have a problem
If I don′t see the bottom