Brown Bottle Blues Lyrics

When I was a young man,
Lord I used to hang around
All those smart town women
Drove my money drown
Drink that cold hard liquor
Now any blind fool can see
That, that rot gut made a prime fool out of me.
Sing them Brown Bottle Blues,
Brown Bottle Blues

[Yodel]

Wore the soles right out of my shoes,
Hey I'm sleeping on a park seat
With a newspaper over me,
I've got them, got them,
Ole Brown Bottle Blues

[Instrumental]
Sing them Brown Bottle Blues
Brown Bottle Blues

[Yodel]

Wore the soles right out of my shoes,
Hey I'm sleeping on a park seat
With a newspaper over me,
I've got them, got them, Ole Brown Bottle Blues

[Instrumental]
Hey sing them Brown Bottle Blues
Brown Bottle Blues

[Yodel]

Wore the soles right out of my shoes,
Hey I'm sleeping on a park seat
With a newspaper over me,
I've got them, got them, Ole Brown Bottle Blues
[Yodel]

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From his album: "Country Way of Life"
Songwriters/Composers: Bernie O'Brien;