Whiskey Lows

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Sometimes I don’t feel my highest
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It’s like I reach up and find that I’m not the tallest
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Like my good just ain’t good enough
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My honest ain’t true enough, and my world is a sad kind of blue
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I look to the heavens for something to pull me through


[Chorus]
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Well Lord, I’ve been drinking, but Jesus is praying for me
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And I hear Him calling whenever I fall to my knees
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Well, I’ve had my share of Sunday whiskey lows
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But He’s filling my cup with the sweetest I’ll ever know


[Verse 2]
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Sometimes that whiskey don’t sting
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And sometimes that old bourbon makes me sing
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I can’t tell if I’m numb to the pain or if I’m going insane
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But I’m losing my sense of time
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So I call on Jesus ‘cause He is a friend of mine


[Chorus]
   C                                      Bb          F
Oh Lord, I’ve been drinking, but Jesus is praying for me
    C                             Bb          F
And I hear Him calling whenever I fall to my knees
       Dm                 Bb             F
Well, I’ve had my share of bitter whiskey lows
        Gm                       Bb                F
But He’s filling my cup with the sweetest I’ll ever know


[Bridge]
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Well, I heard from a friend of a friend You walked on water
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And I heard that You dry every tear, and that Your love is stronger
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Than what’s in my glass and what’s in my past
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You say hurting hearts don’t last


[Chorus]
   C                                   Bb         F
Oh Lord, I’ve been drinking, but Jesus is praying for me
    C                            Bb       F
And I hear Him calling whenever I fall to my knees
      Dm                  Bb            F
Well, I’ve had my share of Sunday whiskey lows
          Gm                    Bb
But He’s filling my cup with the sweetest


[Outro]
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He’s filling my cup with the sweetest
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I know He’s filling my cup with the sweetest
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I’ll ever know