Better days are coming
But the nights are all the same
You wake up in the morning
You take a sip of shame
But I ain't sipped nothing
Since I woke up today
And all I can think to do right now
Is to get down on my knees and pray
God grant me whiskey
And I promise I'll be good
They say you help the needy
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 how to swallow pride
Like I learned how to swallow wine
I'd be doing so much better
I could walk a straight 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
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
God grant me whiskey
An I won't lie
