I'm On My Second Cup Of Coffee And I Still Can't Face The Day

I'm Thinking Of The Lady Who Got Lost Along The Way

And If I Don't Stop This Trembling Hand From Reaching For The Phone

I'll Be Reachin' For The Bottle, Lord, Before This Day Is Done



I'm On My Second Cup Of Coffee And I Still Can't Face The Day

The Room Was Filled With Laughs As We Danced The Night Away

But My Sleep Was Filled With Dreaming Of The Wrongs That I Had Done

And The Gentle Sweet Reminder Of A Daughter And A Son



Sitting Alone, My Friends Have All Gone Home

You Never Know When They'll Come Droppin' In

Thinking Of Girls With Their Fingers In My Curls

Too Young To Understand How Love Begins



I'm On My Second Cup Of Coffee And I Still Can't Face The Dawn

The Radio Is Playin' A Soft Country Song

And If I Don't Stop This Trembling Hand From Reaching For The Phone

I'll Be Reachin' For The Bottle, Lord, Before This Day Is Done