Lyrics to Bible And A Bar
I could dust the good book off
Buy a shot of bottom shelf
But hell, what's gonna heal me
When I can't help myself?
I should sit and listen
To His words written in red
Knowing me, I'll interrupt Him
With whiskey on my breath
If I'm on a stool, it'll get me through the night
But if I get to a pew
I might get to see the other side
I ain't tryna be a sinner, but I ain't living like a saint
Sometimes I drink my dinner
'Cause I've got too much on my plate
And damn right, I feel guilty
But she ain't here no more
About the time I go to pray
The Devil's knocking on my door
I hate getting over herVhas to be so hard
But losing her is a losing battle
Between a Bible and a bar
One talks about the future
And one takes me to the past
I keep this place in business
But it shatters me like glass
'Cause there's a bunch of verses
About being a better man
But try turning a page with unsteady hands
I ain't tryna be a sinner, but I ain't living like a saint
Sometimes I drink my dinner
'Cause I've got too much on my plate
And damn right, I feel guilty
But she ain't here no more
About the time I go to pray
The Devil's knocking on my door
I hate getting over herVhas to be so hard
But losing her is a losing battle
Between a Bible and a bar
If I'm on a stool, it'll get me through the night
But if I get to a pew
I might get to see the other side
I ain't tryna be a sinner, but I ain't living like a saint
Sometimes I drink my dinner
'Cause I've got too much on my plate
And damn right, I feel guilty
But she ain't here no more
About the time I go to pray
The Devil's knocking on my door
I hate getting over her has to be so hard
Yeah, I hate getting over her has to be so hard
But losing her is a losing battle
Between a Bible and a bar
Buy a shot of bottom shelf
But hell, what's gonna heal me
When I can't help myself?
I should sit and listen
To His words written in red
Knowing me, I'll interrupt Him
With whiskey on my breath
If I'm on a stool, it'll get me through the night
But if I get to a pew
I might get to see the other side
I ain't tryna be a sinner, but I ain't living like a saint
Sometimes I drink my dinner
'Cause I've got too much on my plate
And damn right, I feel guilty
But she ain't here no more
About the time I go to pray
The Devil's knocking on my door
I hate getting over herVhas to be so hard
But losing her is a losing battle
Between a Bible and a bar
One talks about the future
And one takes me to the past
I keep this place in business
But it shatters me like glass
'Cause there's a bunch of verses
About being a better man
But try turning a page with unsteady hands
I ain't tryna be a sinner, but I ain't living like a saint
Sometimes I drink my dinner
'Cause I've got too much on my plate
And damn right, I feel guilty
But she ain't here no more
About the time I go to pray
The Devil's knocking on my door
I hate getting over herVhas to be so hard
But losing her is a losing battle
Between a Bible and a bar
If I'm on a stool, it'll get me through the night
But if I get to a pew
I might get to see the other side
I ain't tryna be a sinner, but I ain't living like a saint
Sometimes I drink my dinner
'Cause I've got too much on my plate
And damn right, I feel guilty
But she ain't here no more
About the time I go to pray
The Devil's knocking on my door
I hate getting over her has to be so hard
Yeah, I hate getting over her has to be so hard
But losing her is a losing battle
Between a Bible and a bar
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