I woke up this mornin' and I swore to God
I'd never, ever take another drink again
I fought it like the devil, but you know that you're in trouble
When you're fourteen and [bad word] by 10 am.
Tried to hide it from my mom and dad, all my friends said "Straighten up"
I just laughed, said, "You don't understand
That's a [bad word] of a lot to ask of a drinkin' man"

At sixteen I was on my own and flyin' high and stayin' stoned
I knew everything there was to know
I did things that I can't talk about
I wore my mom and daddy out
Late nights they spent prayin' for my soul
Stayed sober once for nine days in a row
I quit cold turkey and [bad word] near almost made it to ten
But that's a [bad word] of a lot to ask of a drinkin' man

I look into the mirror, bottle in my hand
I'd like to pour it out, I just don't think I can
Cause that's a [bad word] of a lot to ask of a drinkin' man

I don't know when or where it was or how we met and fell in love
Or why she'd even fall for a guy like me
I tried to pull myself together, hopin' we could last forever
For a while I started to believe
Her daddy said, she's all I got
Son, don't ever break her heart
Promise me before you take her hand
But that's just too much to ask of a drinkin' man

I look into the mirror, bottle in my hand
I'd like to pour it out, I just don't think I can
Cause that's a [bad word] of a lot to ask of a drinkin' man

I woke up this mornin' and I swore to God
I'd never, ever take another drink again.