Pistol in my pocket, whiskey on my face   I guess this time the devil sent the bottle in his place   Well, I lived to see the morning's sun   Well, I make my way among the unforgiven      Things get good and crazy once the bottle takes my hand   I get to run in sideways like a snake across the sand   Gliding on straight into the morning sun, yeah   As I make my way among the unforgiven      You may pity me, you may mark my time   You may even understand   How nobility and love go blind   Once the bottle owns the man      You may pity me, yeah, you may mark my time   You may even understand   How nobility and love go blind   Once the bottle owns the man      I got a funny feeling, I have been this way before   Trouble on my shoulder, temptation at my door   Win or lose, still I fly straight towards the sun   Straight towards the sun      As I make my way among the unforgiven   As I make my way among the unforgiven