Old Whiskey Bottle - The Infamous Stringdusters, Celia Woodsmith

I’ve seen a lot in my day

I’ve seen love gone away

I’ve known pleasure big and small

I’ve known trouble ten feet tall

Can’t make me stay

Cuz I wanna go

Gonna buy my ticket to the show

With a guitar in a gunny sack

I’m leaving now I ain’t coming back

I might be an old whiskey bottle

With a little bit of dust

But an old whiskey bottle

Is something you can trust

Like an old tree on a hillside

I tend to take my time

And if you ask me how I’m doing now

I’d say I’m in my prime

No time to wait another day

Go on and say what you gotta say

But I keep rising up to a better view

Where the sky is yellow and the sun is blue

I might be an old whiskey bottle

With a little bit of dust

But an old whiskey bottle

Is something you can trust

Like an old tree on a hillside

I tend to take my time

And if you ask me how I’m doing now

I’d say I’m in my prime

I might be an old whiskey bottle

With a little bit of dust

But an old whiskey bottle

Is something you can trust

Like an old tree on a hillside

I tend to take my time yeah

And if you ask me how I’m doing now

I’d say I’m in my prime

If you ask me how I’m doing now

I’d say I’m in my prime

I’d say I’m in my prime