(Johnny Van Zant - Robert White Johnson - Donnie Van Zant - Pat Buchanan)

Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five

I've been up all night

Raisin' hell with some friends of mine

I take one good look in the mirror

But only one things gettin' clearer

The way I live, I'm lucky to be alive



There I go lying to myself

Said I wasn't gonna do it

Next thing you know, here I go again

Talked myself right into it



Supposed to be to work an hour ago

When I pass that boss stormin' down the road

Now there's an angel on my shoulder

thinnkin' she can win me over

Devil's got my number don't you know



There I go lying to myself

Said I wasn't gonna do it

Next thing you know, here I go again

Talked myself right into it



Maybe, maybe have I gone to far this time

Maybe, maybe is my conscience workin' overtime

Nah



There's a knockout Georgia Peach givin' me the eye

Well if the truth beknown I'm just a little shy

Turns out she wasn't alone

She had a six foot chaperone

But that didn't slow me down

Don't ask me why



There I go lying to myself

Said I wasn't gonna do it

Next thing you know, here I go again

Talked myself right into it



I got no one to blame except myself

I said I wasn't gonna do it

Next thing you know here I go

Talk myself right into it

Talk myself, talk myself right into it

Talk myself, talk myself, talk myself right into it

Said I wasn't gonna do it

Here I go again baby