Trying to Beat the Morning Home

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 that I'm worthless, that all hope for me is gone Heaven help me; trying to beat the morning home Lord, don't let the daylight show the shame that's on my face Just let me hide in my disgrace (Just let me hide in my disgrace) My woman's there. I'll be 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 Heaven help me; (heaven help me) trying to beat the morning home Lord, I know I've tried, many times before But this time I really mean it, so help me Trying to beat the morning home