I got one hand on the Bible.. and a Foot in the grave the other on the bottle tryin to be brave and I cant fight this fight all alone.. My cards have already been shown

And the Sunday morning sun sure burns My eyes and I wonder sometimes why I even try, But that Whiskey she tempts Me and drages Me along I know it aint right and it wont be long till I take all the right steps to doing every thing wrong

Cause I got one hand on the Bible a Foot in the Grave the other on the bottle just tryin to be brave and I cant fight this fight all alone .. My cards have already been shown and while the rest of the world sleeps I sit here alone and weep thinking how things might have been and If I could only do it over again..

Now theres a poundin in My head the ache tells Me Im not dead though I feel Ive been for quite some time
Bike train or aeroplane I cant rum from the rain it keeps chasin Me no matter how fast that I run
And I keep slowly coming undone..

I got a hand on the bible .. a foot in the grave.. and a hand on the bottle just tryin to be brave..

SGT. Bobby J. King