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.)