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Im sitting here on a Fri night Thinking maybe I just might Head to bobs for a drink or two Two turns to three and then three to four Next thing I know im face down on the floor What the hell have I got myself into I aint even come close to living right And you wont find jesus at the bar on Friday night So I m looking for grace that I used to find From the man who turned that water into wine He used to be my best friend We just need to get back in touch again I know I ainta lost cause yet But all the things ive done are tough to forget Im throwing away the drinks barkeeps been pouring Yeah I been living for Friday nights but alive cause of Sunday mornings A few years later I meet this girl From Alabama a sweet southern pearl But a preachers daughter aint usually my style You know those good girls aint for me I been living a little too promiscuously And her daddy knows im just a little wild He says son if you want my baby you better straighten up Eat that bread on Sunday Letras de cancionesAnd drink that wine form the cup So im looking for grace that I used to find From the man who turned that water into wine He used to be my best friend We just need to get back in touch again I know I ainta lost cause yet But all the things ive done are tough to forget Im listening to that old preacher mans warning Yeah I been living for Friday nights but alive cause of Sunday mornings Im still no where near the man I need tobe But I find that forgiveness every night when I hit my knees Yeah I found that grace I was looking to find from the man that turned that water into wine He used to be my best friend We just need to get back in touch again I know I ainta lost cause yet But what he did on that cross ill never forget Im listening to that old preacher mans warning When I was living for Friday night but alive cause of Sunday mornings Yeah im alive cause of Sunday mornings I'm alive cause of Sunday mornings Cause of Sunday mornings From Letras Mania