Poor backslider

I'm a poor backslider in the pit of sin
I try to crawl out. I slip back in
Come Savior save me--get ahold of my hand
Please don't let me slide back in the dark again

Well the preacher told me hope was never gone
I combed my hair with water and put my white shirt on
One Sunday morning I put the family in the car
dropped them down at church and went on down to the bar

Audrey left me and she tooks my kids
I miss them children--I'm sorry for what I did
When I get drinking I lose control
When you lose your family it's like you lost your soul

Now the mill is failing, I'm on shifting sand
I sit in my trailer and I wring my hands
No children's voice, no woman's touch
Just a whiskey bottle, some shotgun shells and such

Should not have let that woman get me so annoyed
Should not of hit my girl should not of struck my boy
Should not of took off running like a turkey through the corn
Should not of bought this gun should not of ever been born

The preacher told me Jesus laid down his life for my sin
Well I'd lay mine down too if I could do it like him
Three days in the grave--that sounds good to me
I just have some problems with eternity

I'm a poor backslider in the pit of sin
I try to crawl out. I slip back in
Come Savior save me--get ahold of my hand
Please don't let me slide back in the dark again