The Unforgiven Lyrics - Hal Ketchum

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