From the Bottle to the Bottom

You ask me if I'm happy now that's good as any joke I've heard
 It seems that since I've seen you last I done forgot the meanin' of the word
 If happiness is empty rooms and drinkin' in the afternoon
 Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam
 But if it's got a thing to do with smilin' of forgettin' you
 Well I don't guess that I could say I am
 Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
 Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
 When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
 He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
 And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
 Because he's never seen a single dream come true
 That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
 From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
 Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
 You wonder if I'm better off with freedom now to do the things I choose
 With all my times my own and I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose
 There's no one here to carry on If I stay out the whole night long
 Give a cankerous damn if I don't call
 I'm livin' like I wanted to and doin' things I wanna do
 And nothin' means a thing to me at all
 Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
 Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
 When the water from the weeds soaked the paper
 He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
 And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
 Because he's never seen a single dream come true
 That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
 From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
 Learnin' hard to live with losin' you