Tryin' to Beat the Morning Home (Re-Recorded)

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 I'm worthless
And all hope for me is gone
So Heaven help me
I'm trying to beat the morning home

Lord, don't let the daylight
Show the shame that's on my face
Just let me
Just let me hide in my disgrace

A woman's there
I'll bet 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
So Heaven help me
I'm trying to beat the morning home

Lord, I know I've tried many times before
But this time I really mean it
So please help me
Trying to beat the morning home