Lyrics:

(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