there s a lesson in a bottle that never gets learned sweep out the ashes of the bridges that i ve burned white lines and wild times passed out cold and left behind then i m right back in the saddle again there s a lesson in a bottle bartender pour a shot i ll have a whiskey i believe it s my turn there s a lesson in a bottle bartender pour a shot i ll have a whiskey cause i ll never learn blue lights and fist fights one too many out all nights like a freight train that s done run outta track i ve been a winner and a loser sloppy drunk and a drug abuser if i get through this lord i swear i ll cut way back i m a long long way from where i was goin it s been a long long time my scars are sure showin but school s in session bring the liquor