Devil in the Bottle

I come home late at night with my boots in my hands

Stumble in the back door being quiet as I can

And I know she’s there in bed, cold and all alone

And she’s crying ‘cause I’m breaking up our home

(Chorus)

And she knows the hell I’m going through

In this world inside my head

There’s a devil in the bottle

And he wants to see me dead

I fall into her arms and she helps me with my clothes

I guess she stays on with me because she really knows

That I’m trying, Lord, to find my freedom

By escaping to the only freedom I’ve ever known

(Chorus)

And it’s killing her to watch me die this way….

Written by Bobby David

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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Lyrics submitted by Grant Horn.