Bottle Of Jesus Lyrics

Beth Hart Bottle Of Jesus

I got my wine and cigarettes
Don't bother me, I'm trying to swim
These twenty cents is all I got left
I guess I'll lay around all day
Sit back and smile just fade away.
A drunk yard dog is what I am

Break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
Somebody's waiting to save me

I think I'll send around some pie
I know my neighbors wish I'd die
I'm much too loud when I get high
It'll numb their lips
I'll spike that dish with a touch of herb
And soothe their nerves

I'll build my kingdom on the curb
Break out the bottle of Jesus
Somebody's waiting to save me
Plug in the black light rosary
Be it rain or shine

I'll get high like summertime.
It's an All-Americana party time
I don't listen to rules or Gospel
I'll kick that bastard like a can
Tell that landlord man
It's an All-Americana party time
They're just trying to shut me up.
Call me the master of "ole misfortune
A weasel a weaselin' away.
Oh Lord. Gonna set me freeDear Lord. Hold the sight.