Lyrics

Hitting Bottom In Charleston

I crossed the state line in a beat-up Ford
Running on fumes and a word from the Lord
Had a six-string case and a pocket full of change
Looking for a little luck and a way to ease the pain

Found a neon tavern by the old seawall
Where the beer was cold and the ceilings were tall
A stranger in boots said, Boy, you look rough
I said, That's alright, I've been through worse stuff

I was hitting bottom in Charleston
At least that's what everybody said
Woke up Sunday morning
With somebody else's hat beside my bed

Was it salvation or temptation
I still ain't figured out the truth
I was hitting bottom in Charleston
But I never felt so bulletproof

The jukebox was playing old outlaw songs
The kind that make a lost man sing along
We laughed till midnight, then way past two
And somewhere in the dark, one thing led to two

The harbor wind was blowing through the streets
And Charleston never looked so sweet
The church bells rang as the sun came around
Funny place for a man to hit the ground

I was hitting bottom in Charleston
At least that's what everybody said
Woke up Sunday morning
With somebody else's hat beside my bed

Was it salvation or temptation
I still ain't figured out the truth
I was hitting bottom in Charleston
But I never felt so bulletproof

The old folks talked and the rumors flew
Everybody swore they knew what I knew
But I learned real quick there's a mighty thin line
Between a hard fall down and a real good time

I was hitting bottom in Charleston
Or maybe I was finally standing tall
Funny how the things they warn you about
Ain't always bad at all

If that's the worst thing that ever happens,
I guess I got nothing left to prove
I was hitting bottom in Charleston
And Charleston taught me a brand-new groove

Yeah, I was hitting bottom in Charleston
... And Lord, I almost stayed