Skip the Glass

I've tried to make my life From the bottom of the bottle I just left with cork stuck in my teeth And a never-dying fault Empty Camel packs on the floor Of this dirty motel room It can’t love, ain’t much to hold But I hold it anyway I skip the glass, and I take the bottle Looking back, it ain’t for me And I learned a lesson for tomorrow Take me back to where I need to be I’m not sure that where I am Would make my Grandpa proud I just sing my songs, and cut my teeth And play my guitar loud I skip the glass, I take the bottle Looking back, it ain’t for me And I learned a lesson for tomorrow Take me back to where I need to be I skip the glass, I take the bottle Looking back, ain’t for me And I learned a lesson for tomorrow Take me back to where I need to be I skip the glass, oh and I take the bottle Looking back, it ain’t for me And I learned a lesson for tomorrow Take me back to where I need to be Take me back to where I need to be