[Verse 1: Blues-rock female lead, big and raw over the riff] Two a.m. at the Big Sky stop Grill's still hissing and the jukebox shot Booth four, Thursday, same old Gus Six foot four and he don't make a fuss Cherry pie and a coffee, black Stares in the cup like it's talking back I come by once, I come by twice He says "thank you, Rita," and he says it nice [Pre-Chorus: Blues-rock female lead] Eleven cups and he never asks Eleven cups, and I'm doing the math [Chorus: Blues-rock female lead] Bottomless, bottomless, I keep pouring all night Bottomless, bottomless, and you never say it right You can drink a whole year if you're scared of what you got Bottomless, baby, but I'm putting down the pot [Verse 2: Blues-rock female lead, harder, the drums driving] Fifty-two Thursdays on the calendar wall Cook says "honey, that boy is gonna call" He don't call, he don't text, he don't wink He just sits in my section and he drinks and drinks Snow in the winter, the rigs lined up Gus in the window with his hands on the cup Tip on the table, it's a twenty every time For a two-dollar pie, now that's a crime [Pre-Chorus: Blues-rock female lead] Eleven cups and he never asks Eleven cups, and I'm doing the math [Chorus: Blues-rock female lead] Bottomless, bottomless, I keep pouring all night Bottomless, bottomless, and you never say it right You can drink a whole year if you're scared of what you got Bottomless, baby, but I'm putting down the pot [Bridge: Blues-rock female lead, coffee slide, the slide guitar pours upward as she sets the pot down] Tonight I don't pour Tonight I untie Tonight I sit down And look him in the eye [Guitar Break: blues-rock slide guitar, raw and loud] [Verse 3: Blues-rock female lead, full power] He looks at the cup and he looks at me He says "Rita, are you off?" I say "I'm free" He says "I been drinking this a year to stay" I said "Gus, I been pouring just to make you say" So he says it, and it's clumsy, and it's real And the cook burns the bacon, and he don't care how we feel Now it's Thursday, and it's two, and I'm in booth four And some new girl's pouring, and I'm not working anymore [Chorus: Blues-rock female lead] Bottomless, bottomless, I keep pouring all night Bottomless, bottomless, and you never say it right You can drink a whole year if you're scared of what you got Bottomless, baby, but I'm putting down the pot [End]
