Slide Me Harder

I got this old brown bottle of brandy
been on the shelf even longer than me,
so I took it down and passed it around
‘til my party of one had drained it empty.

And my guitar felt just nice in my hands,
started playing some blues in the night.
I needed a melancholy melody
so I used the neck of the bottle for a slide.

Pushed down harder and harder ‘gainst the frets,
I swear the bottle was just begging for more,
so I didn’t let up with my playing
I wasn’t going to stop ‘til one of us was sore.

I’m still playing that song to this day
and the bottle’s taking as much as I give,
we’ve both got the blues, it’s a sad situation,
but it’s the only way we know how to live.