What Jesus can't fix tonight, the whiskey certainly might
I must have said the Lord's Prayer 65 times
And thought of your face and our infinite grace
All of the ways to behold you until the tide will I wait
Even an ugly man could kiss your lips
As if they were his to demand of
Or his to destroy like the lover of a demon
And even an ugly man could kiss your lips
As if they were his to demand of
Or his to destroy like the lover of a demon
What loving can't fix tonight the whiskey certainly might
I must have whispered your name 65 times
My lips on your face in our infinite grace
All of these ways to behold you until the tide will I wait
Cause even an ugly man could kiss your lips
As if they were his to demand of
Or his to destroy like the lover of a demon
And even an ugly man could kiss your lips
As if they were his to demand of
Or his to destroy like the lover of a demon
And even an ugly man could kiss your lips
As if they were his to demand of
Or his to destroy like the lover of a demon
Cause even an ugly man could kiss your lips
As if they were his, as if they were his