Poor Backslider by Greg Brown, from Down in There Transcribed by D I'm a poor backslider in the pit of sin A7 D I try to crawl out, I slip back in D Come Savior save me--get ahold of my hand G D A7 D Please don't let me slide back in the dark again D Well the preacher told me hope was never gone A7 D I combed my hair with water and put my white shirt on D One Sunday morning I put the family in the car G D A7 D dropped them down at church and went on down to the bar D Audrey left me and she tooks my kids A7 D I miss them children--I'm sorry for what I did D When I get drinking I lose control G D A7 D When you lose your family it's like you lost your soul D Now the mill is failing, I'm on shifting sand A7 D I sit in my trailer and I wring my hands D No children's voice, no woman's touch G D A7 D Just a whiskey bottle, some shotgun shells and such D Should not have let that woman get me so annoyed A7 D Should not of hit my girl; should not of struck my boy D Should not of took off running like a turkey through the corn G D A7 D Should not of bought this gun; should not of ever been born D The preacher told me Jesus laid down his life for my sin A7 D Well I'd lay mine down too if I could do it like him D Three days in the grave--that sounds good to me G D A7 D I just have some problems with eternity D I'm a poor backslider in the pit of sin A7 D I try to crawl out. I slip back in D Come Savior save me--get ahold of my hand G D A7 D Please don't let me slide back in the dark again