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Kris Kristofferson - From the bottle to the bottom 
 
 
               
 
(verse 1) 
     G 
You ask me if I'm happy now 
                               D 
That's good as any joke I've heard 
 
It seems that since I've seen you last 
                                   G 
I done forgot the meaning of the words 
 
If happiness is empty rooms 
 
And drinkin' in the afternoon 
                               G 
Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam 
    D 
But if it's got a thing to do 
 
With smilin' of forgettin' you 
                                      G 
Well I don't guess that I could say I am 
 

[Refrão]
         G 
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone 
                                           D 
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew 
 
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper 
                                                                 G 
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through 
 
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants 
                                             C 
Because he's never seen a single dream come true 
            D  
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling 
 
from the bottle to the bottom stool by stool 
                                   G 
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you 
 
(verse 2) 
You wonder if I'm better off 
With freedom now to do the things I choose 
With all my times my own and 
I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose 
There's no one here to carry on 
If I stay out the whole night long 
Or give a tankerous damn if I don't call 
I'm livin' like I wanted to 
And doin' things I wanna do 
And nothin' means a thing to me at all 
 
(chorus) 
         G 
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone 
                                           D 
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew 
 
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper 
                                                                 G 
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through 
 
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants 
                                             C 
Because he's never seen a single dream come true 
            D  
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling 
 
from the bottle to the bottom stool by stool 
                                   G - D - G 
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you