Jamey Johnson – My Saving Grace (Guitar)

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Daddy's bourbon breathe was strong as gasoline,

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and it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside. 

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He'd come home just burning, mad, drunk, and mean, 

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raising hell on a Saturday night. 

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Mom would lock us up in her bedroom, 

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he'd be lying in the hallway on our way to sunday school.

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They Both in their own ways became my saving grace. 

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Daddy passed out with his demons, momma passed the offering plate. 

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And she'd cry out to heaven protect this son of mine, 

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while daddy kept the devil off my back by taking up his time.

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Mom said nobody's perfect as we walked in the church

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to ask the good lord to forgive him again. 

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I still recall that sermon I hung on every word That's when 

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I learned just exactly what father really meant. 

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And the angels and the people gathered round. 

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I was standing in that water when the preacher laid me down.