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Lyrics
I grew up in a small town by old Rock Bottom creek
Red-mud roads and croaking toads and tadpoles at my feet
Well, I never saw the city, but my visions were so grand
A whole new world with pretty girls and honky tonkin’ bands
So, I packed up my belongings and my old flat-top guitar
At twenty-one, I was on the run; I thought I’d made it far
But I ran into some trouble; the Apple took a bite
My money gone, I was missing home, and all in just one night
CHORUS:
And now I’ve hit rock bottom
Oh, carry me to my home
Because I miss Rock Bottom, yeah
I know where I belong
New York ain’t my home
Well, I got to know the city; I hooked up with a band
Neon lights and bar room fights and lots of one-night stands
We made it to the big time; it took me by surprise
He said, ‘Here, just sign the bottom line, and to the top you’ll rise’
And then everything came easy – the women and the booze
Drinks became a betting game with everything to lose
I played it once too often, and wound up on the street
The band was gone, and I was on my own; the city had me beat
[CHORUS]
So, I packed up my belongings and my old flat-top guitar
At twenty-one, I was headed home; Rock Bottom seemed so far
It seemed so far
CHORUS II:
And now I’ve hit rock bottom
Oh, take me back to my home
Because I miss Rock Bottom, yeah
I know where I belong
New York ain’t my home
Rock Bottom, oh, now I’m coming home
Now I’m in Rock Bottom, yeah
I know where I belong
I know where I belong
I know where I belong
Rock Bottom is my home