Bottle Hasn't Been Made

(Myra Smith - Margaret Lewis)



White lightnin' it's said will shatter your head

And drive the old mem'ries right out of your frame

So I got me a bottle and I open the throttle

But those dark lonely thoughts are all just the same.



Oh, the bottle hasn't been made

The glass hasn't been spun

The mold hasn't been cast

The world hasn't begun.



To make the bottle to hold the alcohol

That would tear up with my head

Make me forget the love that I had

No the bottle hasn't been made.



I tried pink champagne

And from that to home brew

They're pretty strong fellows

They really came true.



But there in the mist

Of my cloudy brain

You stood there smiling

And down came the rain.



Oh, the bottle hasn't been made

The glass hasn't been spun

The mold hasn't been cast

The world hasn't begun.



To make the bottle

To hold the alcohol

That would tear up my head.



Fog up my brain

Spit up my heart

Dry up my eyes

Ease up the pain.



Make me forget the sweet tender touch

That I love so much

No, the bottle hasn't been made...