| If it comes from the whiskey, then pour me a drink
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| If it comes from the heartache, let me feel the sting
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| If it comes from the spirits, set 'em loose in this room
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| Either way tonight it’s just me and the truth
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| I wanna pray like Jesus is list’nin'
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| I wanna play like I’m made of strings on wood
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| I wanna write it down like Hemingway, like it’s the last damn thing I’ll ever
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| say
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| And try to sing it like Patsy would
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| Sometimes it’s a blessing, sometimes it’s a curse
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| I’ve let it keep me up all night lookin' for the worst
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| Sometimes a pen knows just what to say
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| And it spills out like a waterfall on a clean white dais
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| I wanna pray like Jesus is list’nin'
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| I wanna play like I’m made of strings on wood
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| I wanna write it down like Hemingway, like it’s the last damn thing I’ll ever
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| say
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| And try to sing it like Patsy would
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| I wanna pray like Jesus is list’nin'
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| I wanna play like I’m made of strings on wood
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| I wanna write it down like Hemingway, like it’s the last damn thing I’ll ever
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| say
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| And try to sing it like Patsy would
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| Gonna try to sing it like Patsy would |