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If it comes from the whiskey, then pour me a drink If it comes from the heartache ,let me feel the sting If it comes from the spirits, set 'em loose in this room Either way tonight it's just me and the truth I wanna pray like Jesus is list'nin' I wanna play like I'm made of strings on wood I wanna write it down like Hemingway, like it's the last damn thing I'll ever say And try to sing it like Patsy would Sometimes it's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse I've let it keep me up all night lookin' for the worst Sometimes a pen knows just what to say And it spills out like a waterfall on a clean white dais I wanna pray like Jesus is list'nin' I wanna play like I'm made of strings on wood I wanna write it down like Hemingway, like it's the last damn thing I'll ever say And try to sing it like Patsy would I wanna pray like Jesus is list'nin' I wanna play like I'm made of strings on wood I wanna write it down like Hemingway, like it's the last damn thing I'll ever say And try to sing it like Patsy would Gonna try to sing it like Patsy would From Letras Mania