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 because I'm breaking up our home



And she knows the hell I'm going through in this world inside my head



There's a devil in the bottle, Lord, and he wants to see me dead



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



Guess, she stays on with me 'cause she really knows



That I'm tryin' Lord, to find my freedom



By escaping to the only freedom I've ever known



And she knows the hell I'm going through in this world inside my head



There's a devil in the bottle, Lord, and he won't rest until I'm dead



There's a devil living in the bottle, Lord, and he won't rest 'til I'm dead



And it's killing her too, watching me die this way