Better days are coming but the nights are all the same
Then you wake up in the morning and take a sip of shame
But I ain't sipped nothing since I woke up today
And all I know to do right now is get down on my knees and pray
God, grant me whiskey and I promise I'll be good
They say you help the needy, well I think it's understood
That I'm in need of stronger hands to pour me out the door
God, grant me whiskey and I won't lie no more
If I could learn to swallow pride like I learned to swallow wine
I'd be doing so much better, I could walk a straighter line
But I don't learn nothing until it falls down on me
Half of life is looking back on what you're trying to be
God, grant me whiskey and I promise I'll be good
They say you help the needy, well I think it's understood
That I'm in need of stronger hands to pour me out the door
God, grant me whiskey and I won't lie no more
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