I woke up this mornin' and I swore to GodI'd never, ever take another drink againI fought it like the devilBut you know that you're in troubleWhen you're fourteen and drunk by 10 a.m.Tried to hide it from my mom and dadAll my friends said, "Straighten up"I just laughed, said, "You don't understand"That's a hell of a lot to ask of a drinkin' manAt sixteen I was on my own and flyin' highAnd stayin' stonedI knew everything there was to knowI did things that I can't talk aboutI wore my mom and daddy outLate nights, they spent prayin' for my soulStayed sober once for nine days in a rowI quit cold turkeyAnd damn, near almost made it to tenBut that's a hell of a lot to ask of a drinkin' manI look into the mirror, bottle in my handI'd like to pour it out, I just don't think I can'Cause that's a hell of a lot to ask of a drinkin' manI don't know when or where it wasOr how we met and fell in loveOr why she'd even fall for a guy like meI tried to pull myself togetherHopin' we could last foreverFor awhile, I started to believeHer daddy said, 'She's all I gotSon, don't ever break her heartPromise me before you take her hand"But that's just too much to ask of a drinkin' manI look into the mirror, bottle in my handI'd like to pour it out, I just don't think I can'Cause that's a hell of a lot to ask of a drinkin' manI woke up this mornin' and I swore to GodI'd never, ever take another drink again
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George Harvey Strait (Poteet, 18 de mayo de 1952) es un cantante de música country, actor y productor estadounidense. A Strait se le conoce como "Rey del Country" y la opinión pública le sitúa como una leyenda viva.
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