Lying here wide awake shaking For reasons I'm too proud to say
There are things I admit that I just could not quit
Send men like myself to the grave I'm down and I'm out, Lord I'm hurting
For towns like this one make me sick There's a fried chicken spot and a church every block
Guess the latter might now do the trick
* If I'm to find peace before morning And wake up a man whose been saved
But the problem you see, there's a devil in me So tonight I'll just lay here and pray
** God, if you hear me please send me some whiskey to drink
I'm writhing so hard with the spirit I can't hardly think
I'm tired of backslider's wine I need something stronger tonight
So God, if you hear me please send me some whiskey to drink
The irony doesn't escape me Your lesson's a painful one too
Time and again I let demons on in And start asking favors from you
