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I’ve been to the mountain, I’ve been down by the sea
I’ve walked across the Chelsea Bridge
Nobody bothered me
I wrote a long love letter
To a woman I hardly knew
Her lawyer fired a quick reply
Said we’ll have no more letters from you
Way down at the bottom, how long can this go on
Way down at the bottom, sometimes it just feels like home
I called an old friend from college
He was busy, said I gotta run
So I called the preacher who baptized me
He said, sorry, boy, what’s done is done
Well, I think about you often
Though I really don’t want to
I know you married what’s his name
And I hope that’s working out for you
Way down at the bottom, how long can this go on
Way down at the bottom, sometimes it just feels like home
This naugahyde stool fits like a glove
I just laugh when someone says they’re in love
I could sit here all night thinking
About how I’m gonna keep drinking
And if you walked through that door
I’d be happy as a clown
‘Cause I know you’ll have what’s his name’s credit card
And you could buy the next couple of rounds
Way down at the bottom, how long can this go on
Way down at the bottom, sometimes it just feels like home
Oh, sometimes it just feels like home
Sometimes it’s just good to get home
