I woke up, with a pounding head
with a bottle laying in the bed.
There was a little, little bit left,
so I picked it up, and I killed the rest.
Oh, I know I'm going to Heaven,
but I can't go with me like this.
I need to pull myself together
before then.
No, I ain't afraid of dying,
but what scares me to death
is meeting Jesus with whiskey on my breath.
I lost her and all my friends,
broke all but one of my Lord's Ten,
but Jesus died for all my sins.
That's how I know I'm getting in.
Oh I know I'm going to Heaven,
but I can't go with me like this.
I need to pull myself together
before then.
No, I ain't afraid of dying,
but what scares me to death
is meeting Jesus with whiskey on my breath.
Oh I know I'm going to Heaven,
but I can't go with me like this.
I need to pull myself together
before then.
No, I ain't afraid of dying,
but what scares me to death
is meeting Jesus with whiskey on my breath.

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