Brothers of a Bottle Songtext
von Charley Crockett

Bartender, come over here
I′d like to buy this next round of beer
Boys, pick your pose and don't nobody pass
We′re all brothers of a bottle and glass

The best ol' moment that I've ever known
When she told me that she′d be my home
The bluest of blue there ever could be
When she told me she loved someone better than me


Bartender, come over here
I′d like to buy this next round of beer
Boys, pick your pose and don't nobody pass
We′re all brothers of a bottle and glass

I once had a buddy fine as could be
We trusted each other completely, you see
Then I betrayed him, just like the rest
Nothin' but a dollar could make you do that

Bartender, come over here
I′d like to buy this next round of beer
Boys, pick your pose and don't nobody pass
We′re all brothers of a bottle and glass


When God made man, I guess he made him sad
None are all good and none are all bad
Then they made money, they cheat and deceive
Now we're all slaves who think that we're free