• i was born in memphis with a carrot in my mouth
    oh my oh my
    i had those coke bottle blues with my favorite seal
    oh my oh my
    the beaches here are nasty and grey
    oh my oh my
    why cant i get a job on the bayou
    oh my oh my
    im just trollin for coke and fishin for bottles
    oh my oh my
    boots on my knees with the baby in the window
    oh my oh my
    makeup whores jewish cheese in my sights
    oh my oh my
    these songs i write may not make sense but i cant see any more scars on my legs
    and the songs i write cant singem selves so i gotta have these coke bottle blues

    the gothic kids with the stereo nose job cant get a job near the record store
    so they get those coke bottle blues
    cigarretes on the floor rain water in a box cant keep it long gonna melt away

    oh my i cant ditch these coke bottle blues

    {accordian solo}
    coke bottle blues!
    [mandolin solo}
    coke bottle blues
    {pots and pans solo}
    coke bottle blues in my blood road dust in my shoes cant get my violin from the man's crosswalk so i walk on down to the hotel and i find my skin and my cokebottle blues is gone.