BOTTLE COLLECTION
Words & Music by Matt Walberg ©2012

VERSE 1
Daddy ran down south where it gets a little hotter
Wanted to Live where no one tells him how he oughta
Living his life vicariously through all his boys who he never does see
But that’s a shame cause he loves em

Every time he’s kicked out his bags get even lighter
last time he looked good was when he was still a fighter
sipping his life one day at a time misery, vodka, soda and wine
Shakes em all up then throws on a lime

CHANNEL
He’s owes em all love he owes em all money
but they don’t need a hug or a dime
the drinkin makes him numb, and shakin all funny
He do this thing all the time

CHORUS
He gotta bottle collection he keeps in the corner
By stack of bills overdue
He don’t even play that music no more
So he can’t even sing the blues

He throws out advice right into your face
book smart and wise as can be
But can’t learn a lesson can’t find his place
Won’t listen to him you or me

VERSE 2
Now miss christine was nice as can be
When you first meet her she seems pristine
But you see her at a party or driving her car
Seems she hit something just a little too hard
It’s a shame cause this ain’t a free country

She taking her loved ones all for a ride
Said they’ll be right back and she drives just fine
They go speeding down a windy slope it’s a bus full fear, love, anger, and hope
But everybody’s stopped by the cop lights

CHANNEL
She’s owes em all love she stole all there money
but they don’t need a hug or a dime
The pills make her numb and acting all sketchy
looks like she’ll be doing time

CHORUS
She gotta bottle collection she hides her mother
Who worries whats a mother to do
She had a beautiful voice when she sang in choir
Now she can’t even sing the blues

Lock her on up, institutionalized
Thrown right back on the same street
But can’t learn a lesson can’t find her place
Won’t listen to her you or me

CHORUS/OUTRO
We all hide collections we all got skeletons
hanging up with the coats and the shoes
Freedom is the choice to make it better
or to hang around and sing the blues

The choice that you have is either happy or sad
As you go on about your own thing
but you might as well sing cause you can’t do a thing
About Daddy and Miss Christine