Woke up scared in the middle of the night 

He reached for the bottle and turned on the light 

Looked at the clock, this can't be right 

I'm not dreaming 



Turned on the tv and the radio 

Elvis rocked and Elvis rolled 

While Jesus on his radio show 

Said pack your bags, we're leaving 



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There's a line I've crossed somewhere 

I left the best of me back there 

Never thoguht I'd end up here 

Guess all the best things disappear 



Whiskey is his water and it's made in hell 

From the bottom of his barrel to the bottom of his well 

Nothing in this room but an empty shell 

And he's not dreaming 



A drunkard's regrets are a dime a dozen 

A thousand cures and a thousand poinsons 

Even Elvis couldn't find one good reason 

To keep believing 



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Guess she thought she had nothing to lose 

When she told him he had to choose 

Nice idea but they both knew 

That she'd be leaving 



Jesus said seek and you shall find 

He doesn't think it's true this time 

Some things you look for you never find 

Like one good reason 



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