Richard Martin

You Pulled Me Out Of The Bottle By Richard Martin

You Pulled Me Out Of The Bottle       By Richard Martin        261                                            261

You reached down and pulled me out of the bottle

Where I had sunk as low as a man can go

You held on to me until I could stand on my own

And why you bothered, I guess I’ll Never know

For a while, I stood on my own and held my head up high

But again I started drinking, I have no reason why

I’m asking once again to hold me, till I can stand on my own

Where I can see clear again, and I won’t be alone.

I have no right to ask you, you’ve been through this before

But I can’t make it without you, so I’m asking you once more

To hold me once again, till I can hold my head up high

I promise this will be the last time, that I’ll ask you to try