Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
What jesus can't fix tonight
The whiskey certainly might
I must have said the lord's prayer 65 times
And thought of your face, our infinite grace
All of the ways to behold you, until the tide will I wait
(Chorus X2) Even an ugly man could kiss your lips
As if they were his to demand of or his to destroy
Like a lover of a demon
What crying won't fix tonight
The whiskey certainly might
I must have whispered your name 65 times
My lips on your face, in our infinite grace
All of these ways to behold you, until the tide will I wait, wait
CHORUS... CHORUS