I started the idea to this song when I was sixteen. I had the hook "Spill this bottle, cause this bottle's spilling me". I think it came from watching all the cowboys in my hometown drink a few beers after a hard day's work and they would start telling their stories... especially at the town establishment : Wayne's (formerly Wayne & Layne's).
When the idea first came to me, I was writing it as a sad, slow ballad. A few years later it came to me to pick up the tempo and then the song just fell out. It has become one of my favorite songs I've written. It's my husband's favorite too. I love the way the recording turned out as well. It seems to BOAST the sounds of my upbringing. Roots matter to me and this song makes me proud.
written by : Sara Douga
Six months ago he left me
And I'm still sitting here
Drinking on this whiskey
Crying the same ole tears
Just when I think I've come around, he walks back in my mind
And here I go telling the bar tender about my life.
Somebody spill this bottle
Cause this bottle's spilling me
Setting all our memories
And dreadful secrets free
My daddy, he would be
So ashamed of me
Spill this bottle
Cause this bottle's spilling me
Well I was raised to be
Strong and independent
Never let 'em see you cry
Only let 'em catch you grinning
But ever since he left me all my pride has gone astray
And I'm mounted on this bar stool, blabbering away
Somebody spill this bottle
Cause this bottle's spilling me
Setting all our memories
And dreadful secrets free
My daddy, he would be
So ashamed of me
Spill this bottle
Cause this bottle's spilling me
Jack, Jim Beam, a little Wild Turkey
Doesn't really matter, they all make me feel worthy
Of a little self pity party
Pour, poor pitiful me
Somebody spill this bottle
Cause this bottle's spilling me
Setting all our memories
And dreadful secrets free
My daddy, he would be
So ashamed of me
Spill this bottle
Cause this bottle's spilling me
Somebody spill this bottle
Cause this bottle's spilling me
