I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country road And i pass the gravel on the foot of the hill Where last week i fell off There's still some oil by the old elm tree And a dead squirrel that i hit But if i hadn't left, i would've struck you dead So i took a ride instead Bottoming out, bottoming out, i'm bottoming out, bottoming out My doctor says, she hopes i know, how lucky i can be After all it wasn't my blood, mixed in the dirt that night And we must really examine this And i say i need another drink Bottoming out, ... I'm tearing down rt. 80 east, the sun's on my right side I'm drunk, but my vision's good and i think of my child bride I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass Bottoming out, ...