Well, there's stains on this old guitar
Just like there's pain in this sad Southern heart
And this night life religion ain't no cure for conviction
And I'm to blame, cause the good Lord done his partWell, I love whiskey soaked redemption
And I love whiskey soaked redemptionWell my bed is empty tonight
And my head is anything but right
I've got a woman's permission to be her victim
But instead I drink and I fightCause, I love whiskey soaked redemption
And I love whiskey soaked redemption
Cause that's the one poison kiss that I can't resist
And I love whiskey soaked redemption
Yeah there's stains on this old guitar
Just like there's pain in this sad Southern heart