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I woke up again this mornin' like so many times before Tryin' to make my getaway out of some stranger's door I climb into my truck and wonder how it got in her drive And I thank the Lord that I'm alive There's a freight train runnin' through my head And I can taste last night's cigarettes And this coffee seems offer no relief From all the stuff I put inside The caffeine, whiskey, and all the lies Can't fill this emptiness in me Whiskey helps to ease the pain Takes away the stress and strain Doesn't give a damn where it leaves us I know wrong and I know right No matter how hard I try The Devil always seems to know my weakness That's too much Jack and not enough Jesus Well, that Baptist church is ringin' its bells And it makes me feel even more like hell 'Cause it's been a month of Sundays since I've been They'll probably just all stare at me And I'd have to fight the urge to leave Go back to that bar and drink again Songtexte Whiskey helps to ease the pain Takes away the stress and strain Doesn't give a damn where it leaves us I know wrong and I know right No matter how hard I try The Devil always seems to know my weakness That's too much Jack and not enough Jesus Whiskey helps to ease the pain Takes away the stress and strain Doesn't give a damn where it leaves us I know wrong and I know right No matter how hard I try The Devil always seems to know my weakness That's too much Jack and not enough Jesus Way too much Jack and not enough Jesus I woke up again this mornin' like so many times before Tryin' to make my getaway out of some stranger's door Aus Songtexte Mania