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I'm a poor backslider in the pit of sin I try to crawl out. I slip back in Come Savior save me-get ahold of my hand Please don't let me slide back in the dark again Well the preacher told me hope was never gone I combed my hair with water and put my white shirt on One Sunday morning I put the family in the car Dropped them down at church and went on down to the bar Audrey left me and she tooks my kids I miss them children-I'm sorry for what I did When I get drinking I lose control When you lose your family it's like you lost your soul Now the mill is failing, I'm on shifting sand I sit in my trailer and I wring my hands No children's voice, no woman's touch Just a whiskey bottle, some shotgun shells and such Should not have let that woman get me so annoyed Should not of hit my girl; should not of struck my boy Should not of took off running like a turkey through the corn Should not of bought this gun; should not of ever been born The preacher told me Jesus laid down his life for my sin Letras de cancionesWell I'd lay mine down too if I could do it like him Three days in the grave-that sounds good to me I just have some problems with eternity I'm a poor backslider in the pit of sin I try to crawl out. I slip back in Come Savior save me-get ahold of my hand Please don't let me slide back in the dark again From Letras Mania