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When I woke up I cannot lie
I could not walk a straight line
Still hell bent on whiskey high
Once again asking myself why
I had to stay up till we were dry
Before I closed my eyes
I'm glad that God wasn't out last night
He would've struck me down on sight
I'm tired of devils night out
I'm tired of kissing the ground
It's high time to turn around
On at least until the sun goes down
Now that the sun has gone ahead and gone down
I'll put my halo on my shelf
And head on out to raise some hell
If I don't first end up in jail
Hell, I can't stop drinkin so i might as well start
Until Sunday or until day light
But after this I'm heading home
Cause I'm done with this hell bound ride