Tom: A
A
I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle
F#m
down this winding country road
Bm
And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill
E
Where last week I fell off
A
There's still some oil by the old elm tree
F#m
And a dead squirrel that I hit
Bm
But if I hadn't left I would have struck you dead
E
So I took a ride instead
[Chorus]
A F#m
Bottoming out, bottoming out
Bm E
Bottoming out, bottoming out
[Verse]
A
My doctor says, she hopes I know
F#m
How lucky I can be
Bm
After all, it wasn't my blood
E
Mixed in the dirt that night
A
But this violent rage that's turned inward
F#m
Can not be held by a drink
Bm
And we must really examine this and I say
E
"I need another drink."
[Chorus]
A F#m
Bottoming out, bottoming out
Bm E
Bottoming out, bottoming out
[Verse]
A
I'm tearing down Route 80 east
F#m
The sun's on my right side
Bm
I'm drunk, but my vision's good
E
And I think of my child bride
A
And on the left in shadows, I see
F#m
Something that makes me laugh
Bm
I aim that bike at the fat pothole
E
Beyond that underpass
[Chorus]
A F#m
Bottoming out, bottoming out
Bm E
Bottoming out, bottoming out
