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von Rumbleseat

When I woke up I cannot lie
I could not walk a straight line
Still hellbent on whiskey high
Once again asking myself why
I had to stay up till we were dry
Before I closed my eyes
I′m glad that god wasn't out last night
He woulda struck me down on sight
I′m tired of death's night out
I'm tired of kissin′ the ground
I′m tired time to turn around
Or at least till sun goes down
Well now that the sun has gone ahead and gone down
I put my halo on my shelf


And head on out to raise some hell
If I don't first end up in jail
I can′t stop drinking so I might as well start
Until Sunday or 'til daylight
But after this I′m heading home
Cause I'm done with this hellbound ride
I′m tired of death's night out
I'm tired of kissin′ the ground
I′m tired time to turn around
Or at least till sun goes down
I'm tired of death′s night out
I'm tired of kissin′ the ground
I'm tired time to turn around
Or at least till sun goes down