Whiskey and the Word

I keep a Bible in the drawer and a bottle on the shelf

Most nights I reach for one, sometimes both myself

One burns clean, the other burns slow

One tells me stop, the other says go

I've prayed in alleys, I've cursed in pews

Sang Amazing Grace with a busted tooth

I don't trust preachers, and I don't trust me

But I still bow my head when I hit my knees

It's whiskey and the Word, fightin' for my soul

One warms my blood, one makes me whole

I ain't quite lost, but I sure ain't found

I walk that line where saints break down

She left me once with a tear and a hymn

Said"You can't serve two masters and still love Him"

But I've got a heart made of smoke and stone

And the Lord don't always pick up the phone

Maybe grace is a barstool prayer

And maybe love's still waitin' there

Between the glass and the Holy Ghost

I raise a toast to what hurts most

It's whiskey and the Word, fightin' for my soul

One warms my blood, one makes me whole

I ain't quite lost, but I sure ain't found

I walk that line where saints break down