Lyrics

‘Til The Bottle Runs Dry
Words & Music: Steven Wells
Drunk Mosquitoes BMI © 2021

Well the media singin’ all about hard times
The sun’s so hot gon’ make me cry
Flies are a buzzin’ all around this place
Hot sweat’s drippin’ all down my face
And I can’t give up I’m all strung-out, I can’t give it up this time
Yeah I won’t give up on this bottle, ‘til this bottle runs dry

Now the party’s ragin’ In the tall wild grass
Smoke fills the lungs of this beggar’s bash
My heart’s poundin’ like a wild stampede
And the love baby love gon’ set me free
So I can’t give up on the good times, can’t give up on this life
Yeah I won’t give up on this bottle, ‘til this bottle runs dry

Motor’s runnin’ hot ‘n lettin’ off some steam
Blowin’ black smoke snortin’ gasoline
Fueled by caffeine and alcohol
Cigarette smoke and a rock and rol
So I can’t give up on what I love, can’t give up without a fight
I won’t give up on this bottle, ‘til this bottle runs dry
No, I won’t give up on this bottle, ‘til this bottle runs dry