Breaking The Bottle

No different than a lot of teenage boys Raising hell but not hurting anyone His future was right in front of his eyes He was definitely his fathers son Just a teenage kid, white tee shirt, greased hair A few sips won't change your tomorrow Setting the tone for many years to come It all began when he broke that first bottle Wild and free, dropped out of school Ditching the law and running from life A shot cause he's mad, a beer friends Celebrate for his country girl wife Leather jacket and a motorcycle Hot rods and drag racing cars Getting shot at, pool cue to the face Being thrown out of small town bars Two sons and a daughter, a strong loving wife Each a reason to spread more cheer Share the happiness with friends or alone A couple shots and a few more beers The kids hid their heads, fingers in their ears At bed time it was the only trick To drown ou the noise of their dads drunken rage Or the sound of him getting sick A middle aged man, three kids and a wife On a path to no more tomorrows Not facing his fears or the problems ahead He escaped by breaking another bottle The kids are grown and all moved away Each with problems of their own Yet their mother endured, stayed by his side He she did it will never be known Something wrong set hom off again Rolled the car but avoided the cops He stumbled home to wasted to drive Shook it off and popped a few tops Then one day in a fit he set it on fire A drown man and new furniture ablaze But something clicked, he was left no choice As he came out of that last drunken haze Over 20 years sober and a good life lived We enjoyed him through many tomorrows I'd never trade the life that we lived But dad I'm so glad you finally broke the bottle