10 acessos
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, ...