G
I've seen drunk girls singin' karaoke
            C                       G
I've seen old-timers pray to their beer
        C                           G         Em
And we all seem to have our sad stories to tell
        D
That's how we all ended up here


[Verse 2]
G
Washin' away all our problems
        C                      G
Gettin' baptized in those neon lights
        C                       G         Em
And the drunker I get, the more things I forget
    D
And I just ain't got that kind of time


[Chorus]
     C                          G
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
             C                       G
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
         C                       G
And it helps me forget all the damage I've done
            D
And all the time I've spent down in this hole

           C                     G
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
        C                  G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
      C                       G
So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord
                       D        G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night


[Verse 3]
          G
Now the gospel comes out of that jukebox
         C                           G
And an angel just walked through the door
         C                          G    Em
And she pulled up a chair right beside me
                     D
She said, "You think misery's got room for one more?"


[Chorus]
     C                          G
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
             C                       G
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
         C                       G
And it helps me forget all the damage I've done
            D
And all the time I've spent down in this hole

           C                     G
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
        C                  G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
      C                       G
So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord
                       D        G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night


[Verse 4]
         G
Now the bar stools are lined up like church pews
          C                            G
And the preacher just yelled out "Last call!"
       C                     G         Em
And confession is held belly-up to the bar
      D
Hell even the best angels fall


[Chorus]
     C                          G
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
             C                       G
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
         C                       G
And it helps me forget all the damage I've done
            D
And all the time I've spent down in this hole

           C                     G
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
        C                  G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
      C                       G
So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord
                       D        G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night


[Outro]
            G            D        G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night