Bottle In My Hand

Well, I followed my feet across this land

A tune in my heart and a bottle in my hand

From the cold, cold east

To the woods out west

Ain't no home just lucky I guess

I've seen the sunrise over the water

Howled at the moon by the embers glow

Stole me a kiss from a poor man's daughter

Threw on my pack and away I go

Well, it looks like rain and it tastes like hell

Ain't nobody ever wished me well

Tried to make me stand in the welfare line

I ain't see free in a long old time

Well, every town is gone by morning

Hitch to another till the sun goes down

Find me a boxcar, one or two brothers

Take out a bottle and pass it around

There's trouble at the border and a far off war

Oil in the water and the shut down store

Big banks closin' and world ain't round

Jail filled up and the deal gone down

But I got all I need on the highway

Little bit of luck and a rainbow stew

Sing a little song for the ones who ramble

Hard to carry on like the way we do

Now I've had friends who've walked that line

Spent life workin' for a nickel and a dime

The come home ragged at the end of their day

Feet on the table, not a word to say

Sometimes I might have to wonder

How's it gonna end for a man like me

Slept with the rain and danced with the thunder

I get a little bit older

I get a little bit older

I'll get a little tune on my fiddle

And then I'll be on my way

I followed my feet across this land

A tune in my heart and a bottle in my hand

The mines in the east

To the woods out west

Ain't no home just lucky I guess

Never had a home just lucky I guess