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**