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Woke up face down in a cheap motel: Had a King James Bible, a musty smell. An' a Jim Beam bottle layin' in the bed, With a lipstick note sayin' "I hope he ain't dead." "Call me later if you wanna party," Signed: "Susan." I need to make a resolution. No more drinkin', no more sinnin'. No more kissin' bow-legged women. No more twos that look like tens, Till the drunk wears off an' the light sneaks in. This time I've made up my mind: I ain't gonna do that again; no, no, till the next time. Well, a man's just made of flesh an' blood, But that don't mean he gotta roll in the mud. Soimetimes I do an' I get concerned, How weak I am, an' you think I'd learn. To put temptation behind me Where that damned old whiskey can't ever find me. Yeah, no more drinkin', no more sinnin'. No more kissin' bow-legged women. No more twos that look like tens, Till the drunk wears off an' the light sneaks in. This time I've made up my mind: I ain't gonna do that again; no, no, till the next time. Oooh, no more drinkin', no more sinnin'. No more kissin' bow-legged women. No more twos that look like tens, Till the drunk wears off, light sneaks in. This time I've made up my mind: I ain't gonna do that again; no, no, till the next time. This time I've made up my mind: I ain't gonna do that again; no, no, till the next time. Lord, till the next time. I'm gettin' ready for the next time. (Huh, huh, huh.) |