Trying to Beat the Morning Home

Drunk and cold

Can't get no help from nobody

I'd sell my soul

To find one more drink left in that bottle

They say I'm worthless

And all hope for me is gone

So Heaven help me

I'm trying to beat the morning home

Lord, don't let the daylight

Show the shame that's on my face

Just let me

Just let me hide in my disgrace

A woman's there

I'll bet she's sitting there just waiting

She won't ask where

Where I've been or why I'm drinking

She knows it's hopeless

But she keeps hanging on

So Heaven help me

I'm trying to beat the morning home

Lord, I know I've tried many times before

But this time I really mean it

So please help me

Trying to beat the morning home