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This time you asked where I rested my head last nightLast time you left I got my drunk ass pussy whupped in a fightMy whole life’s been one cliched country unfinished line after line after line after lineIt's been the curse of my crazy koo-kooed up clocks most all of my lifes time after time after timeFrom the start I told you of my dark colourful chequered past, ya had to ask and how I ruined the lives of those I loved without so much as a bass-ackwards glanceAnd the long winding roads buried down and blacked out towards recoveryAnd how it took the great god Jehovah His self to re-uncover meI said sometimes it’s better just not to askBut your love stood strong and pressed hard-on through thatMaybe I should've lied but my two wrongs wouldn't a made it right.And however pathetic it sounds upon it’s hearing it’s true I have been triedand have tried, and god knows I’ve asked him whySo do you want me back or to back pack up all of my thingsMaybe if I had not drankAll of my money behind the bars I just coulda bought you a ringAnd from the last doin' time I got those walkin’ papers bailed up and outta your jail I’d barely been unpacked and that makes twice now in four to six months that I’ve had to ask your ass backSweetheart you just gotta let me knowShould I stay and if not, where the hell you reckon I oughta go?I know it’s backass thinkin’ but please forgive what I do when I've been drinkin’ when I’m down and out so lost, lonesome and aloneYou know I ain’t the letter writin’ kind print or type but then back when we started this romancingly stoned little adventure bitch I done told your ass now twiceLetras de cancionesAnd I know, that I know, that I know, no one knows more that than I, that I was wrong and still I can barely say I’m sorry with the fuckin’ songAnd If you don’t want it that I should stay, just sayI’ll understand your needs either way, come what mayI know it's all my fault and the bloody marriage to the deep alco-holeI know it’s sad to say but right now these shots keep me sane, sober and aliveI love you more humanly possible than mere earthly words could describe and if I tried even in the heavenly tongues it’s purity mere language would still simply just pervertAnd what little I am able to know of love I know that it hurts, it’s sick, it’s sick, it’s sickIt’s a sickness unto death and it’s a hell and at it’s best well hell there just ain’t nothin’ worseI ain’t strung out or playing games stringin that lovely sass along and I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’ve tried to explain myself, my sins, my heart, and my oh so very wrongsBelieve me babe it ain’t you hell knows why I do the dumb shit I do-do or think but dammit, heaven knows my heart It has been tried and has tried and god knows I’ve asked him whyAnd I know it don’t make it right singin’ a simple lullabyBut please accept my humble song.It ain’t got shit to do with you and by god that’s god’s honest truthThere’s more in a man than the liquor and the lust that can make him anything but strongAnd you're the guiding light for which I live and I have nothing else that I could give and so I sing to you my songAnd no, it’s not an excuse when I confess my love to youAnd say I'm sorry with a song.And woman when you know that I’m still runnin’, but your love if it keeps on comin’I’m bound to circle round, line up, staring straight back into you.And I know it don't make it right singing a simple lullabyBut please accept my sorry with a song From Letras Mania