Bottle Train Songtext
von Elvert Under Ground

I staggered home ′neath a wicked moon
Above the boulder-ridge
And Gor Blimey, when suddenly
The road slipped into the ditch
As I lay there, too drunk to care
I heard these hearty shouts
And there behind a wind-swept pine
I spied a dying souse, singing
Take my lousy shade away
Take my lousy shade away
Take my lousy shade away
Take my lousy shade away on The Bottle Train
Well, I was told not long ago
When bastard drunks get theirs
They neither go way down below
Nor take the big jump upstairs
For when old soaks turn up their toes
Their spirits don't refrain
No, they gather up and take a sup
On board The Bottle Train, singing


Take my lousy shade away
Take my lousy shade away
Take my lousy shade away
Take my lousy shade away on The Bottle Train
The fishermen go, as you might know
To a place called Fiddler′s Green
And Tommy Tucker's gone to Davey's locker
So sad he had to quit the scene
When you′ve been out on a drinking-bout
And you′re homeward-bound and low
Then you might hear in the cold night air
The Bottle Train whistle blow
Take my lousy shade away on The Bottle Train
Take my lousy shade away on The Bottle Train
Take my lousy shade away on The Bottle Train
Take my lousy shade away on The Bottle Train
And make my day
Hello, I want to tell this information for
George Hastings
Ola Broquist
Lennart Östblom
Elvert Under Ground
My name is Andrey Gorbatov from Moscow
A country music journalist and manager
Ha ha ha ha ha
Take my lousy shade away on The Bottle Train
Take my lousy shade away on The Bottle Train
Take my lousy shade away on The Bottle Train
Take my lousy miserable bastard shade away on The Bottle
Train