Randy Moser - Bottom of the Barrel Lyrics

I met a kid named Timmy at the bottom of his well
He could play the guitar just like he's ringing a bell
The harder that he ran took him farther from his goal
His work was like a vampire it was sucking at his soul
He moved to South Dakota but he never found much work
He talked about his manager, kid sounded like a jerk
He thought he could control all of his tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, ticks
But the minute he spoke up it wouldn't qui-, qui-, qui-, qui-, quit

Cause the bottom of the barrel-makes an interesting sound
Scrape the bottom of the barrel-makes an interesting sound

He looked a bit disheveled he looked like he just crack
The words that he just used no he could not take them back
To many sleepless nights in the backseat of his car
He knew he was in trouble with no credit in those cards

Cause the bottom of the barrel-makes an interesting sound
Scrape the bottom of the barrel-makes an interesting sound

Well the gun it didn't jam or blow up in his face
We wonder where he got that rusty .38
It weighs upon a conscience, weighs upon a soul
We never can predict when we lose all our control
Yes, everybody's punished, everybody's cursed
Can't do nothin 'bout it just make a problem worse
Yes, we give a couple dollar, all our heads are bowed
Everybody's frightened when that Bullet hits the ground
Yes, everybody's punished, everybody's cursed
Can't do nothin 'bout it just make a problem worse
Yes, we give a couple dollar, all our heads are bowed
Everybody's frightened when that Bullet makes a sound
Because the bottom of the barrel makes an interesting sound