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.)