Whiskey Lows

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Sometimes I don’t feel my highest
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It’s like I reach up and find that 
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I’m not the tallest
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Like my good just ain’t good enough
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My honest ain’t true enough, and my
Gm
 world is a sad kind of blue
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I look to the heavens for something
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 to pull me through


[Chorus]
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Well Lord, I’ve been drinking, but 
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Jesus is praying for me
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And I hear Him calling whenever I 
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fall to my knees
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Well, I’ve had my share of Sunday 
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whiskey lows
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But He’s filling my cup with the 
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sweetest I’ll ever know


[Verse 2]
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Sometimes that whiskey don’t sting
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And sometimes that old bourbon 
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makes me sing
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I can’t tell if I’m numb to the 
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pain or if I’m going insane
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But I’m losing my sense of time
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So I call on Jesus ‘cause He is a 
friend of mine


[Chorus]
   C                            
Oh Lord, I’ve been drinking, but 
          Bb          F
Jesus is praying for me
    C                             
And I hear Him calling whenever I 
Bb          F
fall to my knees
       Dm                 Bb      
Well, I’ve had my share of bitter 
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whiskey lows
        Gm                       
But He’s filling my cup with the 
Bb                F
sweetest I’ll ever know


[Bridge]
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Well, I heard from a friend of a 
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friend You walked on water
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And I heard that You dry every 
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tear, and that Your love is stronger
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Than what’s in my glass and what’s 
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in my past
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You say hurting hearts don’t last


[Chorus]
   C                            
Oh Lord, I’ve been drinking, but 
       Bb         F
Jesus is praying for me
    C                            
And I hear Him calling whenever I
Bb       F
 fall to my knees
      Dm                  Bb      
Well, I’ve had my share of Sunday 
      F
whiskey lows
          Gm                    
But He’s filling my cup with the 
Bb
sweetest


[Otro]
      Gm                    
He’s filling my cup with the 
 Bb
sweetest
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I know He’s filling my cup with the
 Bb
 sweetest
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I’ll ever know