© Bill Miles 2014
Verse 1
Well he grew up on the bottom end of the wrong side of the tracks
If crime liquor and drugs was a class you can bet he’d pass
Going hungry was a pain he knew growing up as a boy
Bending them old guitar strings just something that he enjoyed
Chorus
When you’re on the bottom…there ain’t no place but up
Down on the bottom…standing there looking up
From the bottom…where opportunity and luck are in short supply
Down on the bottom…oh yeah
Down on the bottom
Verse 2
There were angels in this place they’d pay him to pay and sing
Sometimes that’s the only way he had a bite to eat
When he finely got old enough to buy himself an old beat up car
He drove out across them tracks and he tried to get real far
From the bottom
Chorus
When you’re on the bottom…there ain’t no place but up
Down on the bottom…standing there looking up
From the bottom…where opportunity and luck are in short supply
Down on the bottom…oh yeah
Down on the bottom
Verse 3
He played in every coffee shop and little bar that he passed
Didn’t take him long he’s got a hit song at last
He started with nothing just an old second hand guitar
Poor boy’s dream finally made him a star
Chorus
When you’re on the bottom…there ain’t no place but up
Down on the bottom…standing there looking up
From the bottom…where opportunity and luck are in short supply
Down on the bottom…oh yeah
Down on the bottom