โหลดเพลง mp3 Trying to Beat the Morning Home - T.G. Sheppard

Trying to Beat the Morning Home - T.G. Sheppard
Drunk and cold;
Can't get no help from nobody

I'd sell my soul to find
One more drink left in that bottle

They say that I'm worthless,
That all hope for me is gone

Heaven help me;
Trying to beat the morning home

Lord, don't let the daylight
Show the shame that's on my face
Just let me hide in my disgrace
(Just let me hide in my disgrace)