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, ...
