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