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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Strait
Lead Vocals
Glenn Worf
Upright Bass
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Steve Gibson
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Eddie Bayers
Drums
Matt Rollings
Piano
Steve Nathan
Piano
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
Chris Stapleton
Background Vocals
Thom Flora
Background Vocals
Marty Slayton
Background Vocals
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Faith Hill
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Strait
Songwriter
Bubba Strait
Composer
Dean Dillon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Strait
Producer
Chuck Ainlay
Mixing Engineer
Jim Cooley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brandon Schexnayder
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Amy Garges
Studio Personnel
Tony Brown
Producer
Lyrics
I woke up this mornin' and I swore to God
I'd never, ever take another drink again
I fought it like the devil
But you know that you're in trouble
When you're fourteen and drunk by 10 a.m.
Tried to hide it from my mom and dad
All 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' man
At sixteen I was on my own and flyin' high
And stayin' stoned
I knew everything there was to know
I did things that I can't talk about
I wore my mom and daddy out
Late nights, they spent prayin' for my soul
Stayed sober once for nine days in a row
I quit cold turkey
And damn, near almost made it to ten
But that's a hell of a lot to ask of a drinkin' man
I look into the mirror, bottle in my hand
I'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' man
I don't know when or where it was
Or how we met and fell in love
Or why she'd even fall for a guy like me
I tried to pull myself together
Hopin' we could last forever
For awhile, I started to believe
Her daddy said, 'She's all I got
Son, don't ever break her heart
Promise me before you take her hand"
But that's just too much to ask of a drinkin' man
I look into the mirror, bottle in my hand
I'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' man
I woke up this mornin' and I swore to God
I'd never, ever take another drink again
Writer(s): Dean Dillon, George Strait, Bubba Strait
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