You keep talking about all of the good times Says the gallows to the hanging tree Well, I wondered if you had me confused with somebody else I can't figure why you'd be so hung up on me
Oh, don't I know When I'd best set down that telephone
Oh, Lord, don't tempt me now While I'm weak and considering sin Please pardon me, Satan Because I'm a drunk, and you know I'll give in
As I crawled down that damp darkened hallway Despair filled my boots up to the brim If the worth of a man is the weight of his word I guess mine could be blown by the wind
Oh, don't I know When I'd best set down that telephone
Oh, Lord don't tempt me now While I'm weak and considering sin Please pardon me, Satan Because I'm a drunk, and you know I'll give in
On that long drive back from New York City The mirrors avoided my eyes And that pride in my pocket tore a hole though my side For in no person can a liar confide
Oh, don't I know When I'd best set down that telephone
Oh, Lord don't tempt me now While I'm weak and considering sin Please pardon me, Satan Because I'm a drunk, and you know I'll give in Oh, Lord don't tempt me now While I'm weak and considering sin Please pardon me, Satan Because I'm a drunk, and you know I'll give in