Turnpike Troubadours - East Side Love Song (Bottoms Up)

You're such a sight in the dashboard light
You're an old forgotten photograph in shades of black and white
Don't it feel alright? Well, we've got all night
Oh, your daddy's gone to Kingston, bettin' on a rooster fight

Oh, bottoms up now darlin', let's get on back to town
Well, the bottoms aren't the kind of place you need to hang around
Let's get on back to town, let's get on back to town

And he's full of pride in a double wide
Got the house and seven acres after his granddaddy died
And it's how you've been, won't you come on in
Pull you up a stool, it's good to see you all again

Oh, bottoms up now darlin', let's get on back to town
Well, the bottoms aren't the kind of place you need to hang around
Let's get on back to town, let's get on back to town

It's a coal black sky and the coonhounds cry
And distant hunters shine their lights as they go passin' by
And they're moving east through the bodark trees
Oh, your old man he'd kill us both if he caught you here with me

Oh, bottoms up now darlin', let's get on back to town
Well, the bottoms aren't the kind of place you need to hang around
Let's get on back to town, let's get on back to town

Written by:
Evan Felker

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Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC

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