文本歌词

Tryin' to Beat the Morning Home - T.G. Sheppard
Drunk and cold can't get no help from nobody
I'd sell my soul to find one more drink left in that bottle
They say that I'm worthless that all hope for me is gone
Heaven help me trying to beat the morning home
Lord don't let the daylight show the shame that's on my face
Just 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 waiting
She won't ask where where I've been or why I'm drinking
She knows it's hopeless but she keeps hanging on
Heaven help me heaven help me trying to beat the morning home
Lord I know I've tried many times before
But this time I really mean it so help me
Trying to beat the morning home