Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah… another night talkin’ to God through a bottle Lord, if You listenin’, don’t hang up on me [Verse 1] I grew up fast where the streetlights buzzed, Daddy in the wind, Mama workin’ on her second buzz. By fifteen I was runnin’ with the wolves, Chasin’ that high just to feel something good. Pockets full of nothin’ but bad decisions, Tattoos on my skin tell the story of my prison. Lost friends to the needle, lost love to the game, Now I’m standin’ in the mirror, don’t even know my name. [Chorus] I’m pourin’ out whiskey prayers, Lord can You hear me? Been drownin’ in my sins, tryin’ to find my way back clearly. If tomorrow don’t come, at least I loved hard, Broke my own heart just to play my part. Yeah, I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, I’m a mess on the run, But I still believe in grace before the final setting sun. Whiskey prayers… hold me through the night, I might not be perfect, but I’m still fightin’ for the light. [Verse 2] She left me in the kitchen with a note on the fridge, Said “I can’t watch you kill yourself slow like this.” I drove them back roads with the devil on my shoulder, Screamin’ at the stars, feelin’ ten years older. Now my daughter calls me “Daddy” on the phone, And every time I hear it, it cuts me to the bone. I swore I’d break the cycle, be the man I never had, But the bottle keeps callin’ like a siren in the dark. [Chorus] I’m pourin’ out whiskey prayers, Lord can You hear me? Been drownin’ in my sins, tryin’ to find my way back clearly. If tomorrow don’t come, at least I loved hard, Broke my own heart just to play my part. Yeah, I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, I’m a mess on the run, But I still believe in grace before the final setting sun. Whiskey prayers… hold me through the night, I might not be perfect, but I’m still fightin’ for the light. [Bridge] I ain’t askin’ for a mansion or a crown of gold, Just a little peace before my story’s told. If You got room for a broken man like me, I’ll lay it all down… on bended knee. [Final Chorus – bigger, rawer] So I’m pourin’ out whiskey prayers, Lord I know You hear me, Even through the smoke and the lies I told so clearly. I’m comin’ home, scars and all, no more runnin’, Gonna be the man my babies can believe in. Yeah, I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, still a mess but I’m done, Found my redemption in the risin’ sun. Whiskey prayers… finally lettin’ go, Thank You for the pain… it taught me how to grow. [Outro] Yeah… another night talkin’ to God through a bottle, But this time I feel Him pourin’ out the sorrow…