I come home late at night, with my shoes in my hands Stumble in the backdoor bein? quiet as I can And I know she?s there in bed, cold and all alone And she cryin? because I?m breakin? up our home And she knows the hell I?m goin? through In this world inside my head There?s a devil in the bottle, Lord And He wants to see me dead I fall into her arms, she helps with my clothes Guess she stays on with me cause she really knows That I?m tryin? Lord to find my freedom By escapin? to the only freedom I?ve ever known Chorus Yes, there?s a Devil In The Bottle Lord And He wants to see me dead And it?s killin? her too, watchin? me die this way