I'm not the kind that gets around
Just another face in this little town
An everyday man trying to live life right
You wouldn't know it to look at me
I live in silent misery or I lead a double life
I've battled with the bottle
I've lied a thousand lies
And I've cried a million tears
I'm too tired to fight it
And I'm sure the Lord must be bored
With the promises I've made
So I sit here with my secret
Monday morning, here I am
Hiding bottles in the garbage can
I take out the trash and pray no one sees
I keep my family in the dark
Lord knows it would break their hearts
To see their rock be so weak
I've had a good old Baptist raisin'
So I've got no good excuse
I wish that I was stronger
But here's the honest truth
I'm too tired to fight it
And I'm sure the Lord must be bored
With the promises I've made
So I sit here with my secret
I know there'll come a day
When I'm not too tired to fight it
And I know the Lord won't be bored
With the promises I've made
I won't live here with my secret
Where no one else can see