Pass The Bottle

Pass The Bottle
Copyright 2019 Mike Norris


Praise the lord and pass the bottle.
The brake’s worn out but hold down that throttle.
This old Ford don’t handle like she oughtta.
Say a prayer and we’ll make it home alright.

I went to a honky tonk last evenin’
But the barkeep there she called me a damn heathen.
Stumbled out as I was leavin’
Said a prayer and I made it home alright.

Praise the lord and pass the bottle.
The brake’s worn out but hold down that throttle.
This old Ford don’t handle like she oughtta.
Say a prayer and we’ll make it home alright.

I went to church on Sunday mornin’
And the preacher said take this here as a warnin’
For the rapture is soon upon us
And sweet Jesus will rain vengeance from the sky.

Praise the lord and pass the bottle.
The brake’s worn out but hold down that throttle.
This old Ford don’t handle like she oughtta
Say a prayer and we’ll make it home alright.

Repeat chorus 2 x