Woke Up Face Down In A Cheap Motel:
Had A King James Bible, A Musty Smell.
An' A Jim Beam Bottle Layin' In The Bed,
With A Lipstick Note Sayin' "I Hope He Ain't Dead."
"Call Me Later If You Wanna Party,"
Signed: "Susan."
I Need To Make A Resolution.

No More Drinkin', No More Sinnin'.
No More Kissin' Bow-legged Women.
No More Twos That Look Like Tens,
Till The Drunk Wears Off An' The Light Sneaks In.
This Time I've Made Up My Mind:
I Ain't Gonna Do That Again; No, No, Till The Next Time.

Well, A Man's Just Made Of Flesh An' Blood,
But That Don't Mean He Gotta Roll In The Mud.
Soimetimes I Do An' I Get Concerned,
How Weak I Am, An' You Think I'd Learn.
To Put Temptation Behind Me
Where That Damned Old Whiskey Can't Ever Find Me.

Yeah, No More Drinkin', No More Sinnin'.
No More Kissin' Bow-legged Women.
No More Twos That Look Like Tens,
Till The Drunk Wears Off An' The Light Sneaks In.
This Time I've Made Up My Mind:
I Ain't Gonna Do That Again; No, No, Till The Next Time.

Oooh, No More Drinkin', No More Sinnin'.
No More Kissin' Bow-legged Women.
No More Twos That Look Like Tens,
Till The Drunk Wears Off, Light Sneaks In.
This Time I've Made Up My Mind:
I Ain't Gonna Do That Again; No, No, Till The Next Time.

This Time I've Made Up My Mind:
I Ain't Gonna Do That Again; No, No, Till The Next Time.
Lord, Till The Next Time.
I'm Gettin' Ready For The Next Time.
(Huh, Huh, Huh.)