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Old 97s - Bottle Rocket Baby Lyrics
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I've been livin' on a bar stool, laughin' 'bout the war
Dallas is a woman I don't know anymore
She held me down on the hardwood floor
Last thing I remember, I was walkin' out the door

Unemployed, downtown, working on a buzz
All my high class friends are hidin' out from the fuzz
I got a resume of what never was
The good time rolls, it always does

I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'll burn your fingers and I'll make you cry
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye

I've been living in a graveyard, lookin' for a light
Diggin' the vibe, stayin' up all night
I got the blood sucker blues but I can't get a bite
I don't know why everybody's so uptight

Dirt weed daydream, dialing in a J
All my high class friends are stayin' low all day
It's safe to say we're in a real bad way
Momma used to try, now all she does it pray

I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'll burn your fingers and I'll make you cry
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye

Kerosene, dynamite, midnight run
My friend Robert, well he's a son of a gun
And if I get locked up for havin' too much fun
Well, he'll bail me out 'bout quarter to one

Yeah, he'll set me free
If I pay his fee
It don't matter what I'd done

Yeah, I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'll burn your fingers and I'll make you cry
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye, woo
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I've been livin' on a bar stool, laughin' 'bout the war
Dallas is a woman I don't know anymore
She held me down on the hardwood floor
Last thing I remember, I was walkin' out the door

Unemployed, downtown, working on a buzz
All my high class friends are hidin' out from the fuzz
I got a resume of what never was
The good time rolls, it always does

I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'll burn your fingers and I'll make you cry
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye

I've been living in a graveyard, lookin' for a light
Diggin' the vibe, stayin' up all night
I got the blood sucker blues but I can't get a bite
I don't know why everybody's so uptight

Dirt weed daydream, dialing in a J
All my high class friends are stayin' low all day
It's safe to say we're in a real bad way
Momma used to try, now all she does it pray

I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'll burn your fingers and I'll make you cry
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye

Kerosene, dynamite, midnight run
My friend Robert, well he's a son of a gun
And if I get locked up for havin' too much fun
Well, he'll bail me out 'bout quarter to one

Yeah, he'll set me free
If I pay his fee
It don't matter what I'd done

Yeah, I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'll burn your fingers and I'll make you cry
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye, woo
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Writer: Philip Peeples, Rhett Miller, Ken Bethea, Murry Hammond
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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