Last Bottle Standing

(woo) Sixteen glasses on a cedar bar

Underneath a single silver star

But the cooler's dry and the ice is gone

Yeah we're looking at a long road to the dawn

And the crowd is getting loud

Looking for another round

Yeah we're running out

There's not enough bottles

to go around

In this dusty corner

of the town

So raise your glasses high

to the sky

And drink it dry

We found a dusty case beneath the floor

But there's fifty people wanting more

Trading stories by the flashing light

Trying to make this cheap gold last the night

And the crowd is getting loud

Looking for another round

Yeah we're running out

There's not enough bottles

to go around

In this dusty corner

of the town

So raise your glasses high

to the sky

And drink it dry

Not enough bottles... (not enough,

no)