(Myra Smith - Margaret Lewis)

White lightnin' it's said will shatter your head
And drive the old mem'ries right out of your frame
So I got me a bottle and I open the throttle
But those dark lonely thoughts are all just the same.

Oh, the bottle hasn't been made
The glass hasn't been spun
The mold hasn't been cast
The world hasn't begun.

To make the bottle to hold the alcohol
That would tear up with my head
Make me forget the love that I had
No the bottle hasn't been made.

I tried pink champagne
And from that to home brew
They're pretty strong fellows
They really came true.

But there in the mist
Of my cloudy brain
You stood there smiling
And down came the rain.

Oh, the bottle hasn't been made
The glass hasn't been spun
The mold hasn't been cast
The world hasn't begun.

To make the bottle
To hold the alcohol
That would tear up my head.

Fog up my brain
Spit up my heart
Dry up my eyes
Ease up the pain.

Make me forget the sweet tender touch
That I love so much
No, the bottle hasn't been made...