Bottoming Out

A
I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle
             F#m
down this winding country road
       Bm
And I pass the gravel on the foot of
 the hill
        E
Where last week I fell off
    A
There's still some oil by the old 
elm tree
       F#m
And a dead squirrel that I hit
           Bm
But if I hadn't left I would have 
struck you dead
       E
So I took a ride instead


[Chorus]
           A             F#m
Bottoming out, bottoming out
           Bm             E
Bottoming out, bottoming out


[Verse]

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A
My doctor says, she hopes I know
      F#m
How lucky I can be
  Bm
After all, it wasn't my blood
               E
Mixed in the dirt that night
           A
But this violent rage that's turned 
inward
     F#m
Can not be held by a drink
    Bm
And we must really examine this and 
I say
E
"I need another drink."


[Chorus]
           A             F#m
Bottoming out, bottoming out
           Bm             E
Bottoming out, bottoming out


[Verse]

       A
I'm tearing down Route 80 east
     F#m
The sun's on my right side
      Bm
I'm drunk, but my vision's good
        E
And I think of my child bride
     A
And on the left in shadows, I see
    F#m
Something that makes me laugh
   Bm
I aim that bike at the fat pothole
E
Beyond that underpass

[Chorus]
           A             F#m
Bottoming out, bottoming out
           Bm             E
Bottoming out, bottoming out