Pardon Me, Satan

You keep talking about all of the good times
 Says the gallows to the hanging tree
 Well I wondered if you had me confused with somebody else
 I can't figure why you'd be so hung up on me
 Oh don't I know
 When I'd best set down that telephone
 Oh Lord don't tempt me now
 While I'm weak and considering sin
 Please pardon me, Satan
 Because I'm a drunk and you know I'll give in
 As I crawled down that damp darkened hallway
 Despair filled my boots up to the brim
 If the worth of a man is the weight of his word
 I guess mine could be blown by the wind
 Oh don't I know
 When I'd best set down that telephone
 Oh Lord don't tempt me now
 While I'm weak and considering sin
 Please pardon me, Satan
 Because I'm a drunk and you know I'll give in
 On that long drive back from New York City
 The mirrors avoided my eyes
 And that pride in my pocket tore a hole through my side
 For in no person can a liar confide
 Oh don't I know
 When I'd best set down that telephone
 Oh Lord don't tempt me now
 While I'm weak and considering sin
 Please pardon me, Satan
 Because I'm a drunk and you know I'll give in
 Oh don't tempt me now
 While I'm weak and considering sin
 Please pardon me, Satan
 Because I'm a drunk and you know I'll give in