I've been known to get stoned
Clean out of my mind
And I've been carried through them doors
Way too many times
But if I can make it to the job tomorrow
Around five I'll be wearing a smile
'Cause when they ring the bell
I'll cut a trail
To this place called the Bottom of the Pile
It's just a bar just a million
Filled with smoke that'll make you blind
Where the women know the words to every song
On the jukebox that's never quiet
Where the air is stale from the smell of beer
You get used to after a while
It was built with more
Than nails and boards
This place called the Bottom of the Pile
I was seventeen when I heard
About 'em dancing on a hardwood floor
And every time I tried to get in there
Lord, I couldn't get past the door
Since I've turned twenty-one
I don't leave until I hear last call
But that was years ago
Now everybody knows
I'm down at the Bottom of the Pile
It's just a bar just a million
Filled with smoke that'll make you blind
Where the women know the words to every song
On the jukebox that's never quiet
Where the air is stale from the smell of beer
You get used to after a while
It was built with more
Than nails and boards
This place called the Bottom of the Pile
It was built with more
Than nails and boards
This place called the Bottom of the Pile
