Yes, baby, I been drinkin'

And I shouldn't come by, I know

But I found myself in trouble, darlin'

And I had nowhere else to go

I got some whiskey from the barman

And some cocaine from a friend

And I just had to keep on movin', darlin'

Till I was back in your arms again

Oh, now I'm guilty, yes, I'm guilty

And I'll be guilty all the rest of my life

How come I never do what I'm supposed to do?

How come nothing I try to do ever comes out right?

Well, you know how it is with me, baby

I just can't stand myself

It takes a whole lot of medicine, darlin'

For me to pretend that I'm somebody else