[00:00.000] 作曲 : Austin Brose/Connor Mikita/Patton Magee/Shaun Couture/Zachary Merrill/Alexander Castillo
[00:17.932]"You keep talking about all of the good times"
[00:24.416]Says the gallows to the hanging tree
[00:30.386]"Well, I wondered if you had me confused with somebody else
[00:36.755]I can't figure why you'd be so hung up on me"
[00:41.436]
[00:43.603]Oh, don't I know
[00:49.518]When I'd best set down that telephone
[00:54.459]
[00:55.661]Oh, Lord, don't tempt me now
[00:58.955]While I'm weak and considering sin
[01:02.327]Please pardon me, Satan
[01:04.736]Because I'm a drunk and you know I'll give in
[01:08.127]
[01:20.813]As I crawled down that damp darkened hallway
[01:27.353]Despair filled my boots up to the brim
[01:33.412]If the worth of a man is the weight of his word
[01:39.514]I guess mine could be blown by the wind
[01:44.449]
[01:46.546]Oh, don't I know
[01:51.982]When I'd best set down that telephone
[01:58.060]
[01:58.804]Oh, Lord don't tempt me now
[02:01.680]While I'm weak and considering sin
[02:04.954]Please pardon me, Satan
[02:07.846]Because I'm a drunk and you know I'll give in
[02:10.895]
[02:36.143]On that long drive back from New York City
[02:42.321]The mirrors avoided my eyes
[02:48.584]And that pride in my pocket tore a hole though my side
[02:54.794]For in no person can a liar confide
[02:59.934]
[03:01.929]Oh, don't I know
[03:07.789]When I'd best set down that telephone
[03:13.639]
[03:14.462]Oh, Lord don't tempt me now
[03:17.064]While I'm weak and considering sin
[03:20.885]Please pardon me, Satan
[03:23.252]Because I'm a drunk and you know I'll give in
[03:26.698]Oh, Lord don't tempt me now
[03:29.153]While I'm weak and considering sin
[03:32.961]Please pardon me, Satan
[03:35.756]Because I'm a drunk and you know I'll give in

作曲 : Austin Brose/Connor Mikita/Patton Magee/Shaun Couture/Zachary Merrill/Alexander Castillo
"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 though 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, 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