Jesus and the Bottle

by Shannon Hudson

Genre: Americana/Country

Lyrics

Jesus and the Bottle

Hard times, I’ve felt them
Tear drops, once again
Filling up the empty buckets of my soul

Can’t feel the wind blow
Warm breeze, crescendo
Get lucky sometimes, that’s the way the dice roll

I’ve been trying to find the answer
It doesn’t seem to be in the bars of this world

IF JESUS LIVES AT THE BOTTOM OF A BOTTLE
THEN I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR HIM ALL YEAR
MAYBE HE CAN SHIFT THIS DECENT FULL THROTTLE
AND LAY ME DOWN IN A BED OF MY TEARS

Can’t seem to place it
A warm smile and presence
Seems to make its way when the bottle’s half gone

Cheap shots of whiskey
From ten bucks she lent me
Morning emptiness will be here before long