Whiskey Soaked Redemption

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. Yeah. I love whiskey soul Redemption. I love whiskey soul Redemption. Yeah. Well, my bed Is empty tonight, And my head Is anything but right. I got a woman's permission To be her victim, but Instead, oh, I drink and I Fight. Drive. 'Cause I love whiskey soul Redemption. I love whiskey soul Redemption. 'Cause it's the warm poison kiss That I can't resist. I love whiskey soul Redemption, Oh. Yeah. Well, there's stains On this old guitar, Just like there's pain In this sad southern heart.