Fell In With The Bottle
Erik F Krownbell, 2018
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Billy had hard times, it was many years ago.
He lacked the strength, to go on too long.
Billy was a poor boy, he had nothing left to lose.
He fell in with the bottle, it was all he could choose.
Billy had an old dog, tied to the ball and chain.
Tried to shield him, from heartache and pain.
Just like other times, he'd redo today.
He fell in with the bottle, and his dog got away.
Billy was outside the bar, cold and all alone.
Trying to figure out, where to stay till morn'.
As he walked down the road, dejected and forlorn,
He fell in with the bottle, it would have to keep him warm.
Billy got arrested, vagrancy they say.
That mean old judge, sent Billy on his way.
He spent his time, in a dark and dingy cell.
Couldn't fall in with the bottle, he had nothing to sell.
Billy spent his time away, 'cause he couldn't pay the fine.
Three trash meals a day, and dishes all the time.
When he got out he said, he'd make amends.
But fell in with the bottle, it was his only friend.
He fell in with the bottle, it was his only friend.