Whiskey Prayer

I go where the sinners go

Lookin' for a way to cope

Sit and try to untangle my mind

No church steeple, no church pews

No, it ain't where people talk to you

And I hate to drag you into here tonight

But

Dear God, I've reached the bottom

Of my faith and this bottle

I've been tryin' to leave you out of this, I swear

But if this bar stool confession

Could find its way to Heaven

Just let me know you're listenin' up there

Would you answer this whiskey prayer?

Who am I to even ask

With my hands on an empty glass?

But I can't find the words to say with sober breath

Oh, dear God, I've reached the bottom

Of my faith and this bottle

I've been tryin' to leave you out of this, I swear

But if this bar stool confession

Could find its way to Heaven

Just let me know you're listenin' up there

Would you answer this whiskey prayer?

Tonight

'Cause I know that I've

Been too far gone for far too long

Lost in these neon lights

Dear God, I've reached the bottom

Of my faith and this bottle

I've been tryin' to leave you out of this, I swear

But if this bar stool confession

Oh, could find its way to Heaven

Just let me know you're listenin' up there

Would you answer this whiskey prayer?