TG Sheppard - Tryin' To Beat The Morning Home Lyrics
Drunk and cold; can't get no help from nobodyI'd sell my soul to find one more drink left in that bottleThey say that I'm worthless, that all hope for me is goneHeaven help me; trying to beat the morning homeLord, don't let the daylight show the shame that's on my faceJust let me hide in my disgrace (Just let me hide in my disgrace)My woman's there. I'll be she's sitting there just waitingShe won't ask where, where I've been or why I'm drinkingShe knows it's hopeless, but she keeps hanging onHeaven help me; (heaven help me) trying to beat the morning homeLord, I know I've tried, many times beforeBut this time I really mean it, so help meTrying to beat the morning home