| I write songs that feel good, I write songs that hurt
|
| I’ve been known to turn a honky tonk into a black baptist church
|
| Amen
|
| I know sin by his first name, I know salvation well
|
| You can say I saw the light in the flickerin' flames of hell
|
| I got a bottle of redemption on my shelf
|
| Child let me help you save yourself
|
| Good God almighty, we’re glory bound
|
| And there’s plenty of redemption to go around
|
| I don’t call myself a prophet, I can’t say that I’m a saint
|
| But I’ve been down to the crossroads, I’ve seen things that must folks ain’t
|
| And I know the devil can’t do much evil, if he’s too damn drunk to stand
|
| My angels got they hands full, I help the only way I can
|
| I got a bottle of redemption on my shelf
|
| Child let me help you save yourself
|
| Good God almighty, we’re glory bound
|
| And there’s plenty of redemption to go around
|
| Whether it’s a one room tavern bar stool, or a little white church house pew
|
| I find the faith, I fight the way, my Jesus wants me to
|
| Me &God are good, despite all the wicked things I’ve done
|
| If He’ll save this back-slidin' bastard, then brother believe He’ll save anyone
|
| I got a bottle of redemption on my shelf
|
| Child let me help you save yourself
|
| Good God almighty, we’re glory bound
|
| And there’s plenty of redemption
|
| I got a bottle of redemption on my shelf
|
| And I can’t drink it all by myself
|
| Bow your head, fold your hands
|
| Gonna drink all the way to Glory Land
|
| I got a bottle of redemption |