Well, there’s stains on this old guitar Just like there’s pain in this sad Southern heart And this night life religion ain’t no cure for conviction And I’m to blame, cause the good Lord done his part
Well, I love whiskey soaked redemption And I love whiskey soaked redemption
Well my bed is empty tonight And my head is anything but right I’ve got a woman’s permission to be her victim But instead I drink and I fight
Cause, I love whiskey soaked redemption And I love whiskey soaked redemption Cause that’s the one poison kiss that I can’t resist And I love whiskey soaked redemption
Yeah there’s stains on this old guitar Just like there’s pain in this sad Southern heart