Tryin' to Beat the Morning Home

Tryin' to Beat the Morning Home - The Hit Crew

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