You keep talking about all of the good times
Says the gallows to the hanging tree
Well, I wondered if you had me confused with somebody else
I can't figure why you'd be so hung up on me

Oh, don't I know
When I'd best set down that telephone

Oh, Lord, don't tempt me now
While I'm weak and considering sin
Please pardon me, Satan
Because I'm a drunk, and you know I'll give in

As I crawled down that damp darkened hallway
Despair filled my boots up to the brim
If the worth of a man is the weight of his word
I guess mine could be blown by the wind

Oh, don't I know
When I'd best set down that telephone

Oh, Lord don't tempt me now
While I'm weak and considering sin
Please pardon me, Satan
Because I'm a drunk, and you know I'll give in

On that long drive back from New York City
The mirrors avoided my eyes
And that pride in my pocket tore a hole though my side
For in no person can a liar confide

Oh, don't I know
When I'd best set down that telephone

Oh, Lord don't tempt me now
While I'm weak and considering sin
Please pardon me, Satan
Because I'm a drunk, and you know I'll give in
Oh, Lord don't tempt me now
While I'm weak and considering sin
Please pardon me, Satan
Because I'm a drunk, and you know I'll give in