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Last night all alone in a barroom |
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Met a girl with a drink in her hand |
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She had ruby red lips coal black hair and eyes |
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That would tempt any man |
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Then she came and sat down at my table |
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And as she placed her soft hands in mine |
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I found myself wanting to kiss her |
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For temptation was flowing like wine |
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And I was almost persuaded |
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To strip myself of my pride |
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Almost persuaded |
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To push my conscience aside |
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Then we danced and she whispered I need you |
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Take me away from here and be my man |
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Then I've looked into her eyes |
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And I saw it, the reflection of my wedding band |
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And I was almost persuaded |
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To let strange lips lead me on |
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Almost persuaded |
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But your sweet love made me stop and go home |
