In the San Pedro River valley bend, if you should chance to ride, you may meet up with a small town there beyond the eastern side.
With the purple hills aglow behind it, and the wide plain dusty brown and red, if you have any thoughts of lingering there, stranger, turn aside and ride ahead!
Trass by, trass by, no slow down!
To travels, please don't check!
You don't know the true meaning of slow down, till you've come to Bottle Neck!
Oh, take me back, take me back, where the cows are stampeding, take me back, take me back, where the scorpions are breeding, take me back to the trail with Comanches on my tail!
But don't take me back to Bottle, don't take me ever, take me, absolutely never take me, don't take me back to Bottle Neck!
Oh, take me back, take me back to Bottle Neck!