She's off misbehavin' with him not with me A pessimistic tomorrow is all that I see Well I can live with my version of the world goin' past Well the hard times we've had Don't look so bad Through the bottom of the gla** (Chorus) So turn up the juke box dim down the lights I don't need no vision twenty twenty tonight Well, so I won't see her even if she walks past Through the jokes and the tears Lord, the smoke and the beer
Through the bottom of the gla** Well the grapevine done told me what they see and hear They must like to watch me get tears in my beer Well I found that new someone and you may say she's trash Well she ain't much to see But she looks good to me Through the bottom of the gla** Chorus: Through the jokes and the tears The smoke and the beer Through the bottom of the gla**