Paroles
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
