Sunday Every Saturday Night

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I've seen drunk girls singin' 
karaoke
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I've seen old-timers pray to their 
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beer
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And we all seem to have our sad 
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stories to tell
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That's how we all ended up here


[Verse 2]
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Washin' away all our problems
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Gettin' baptized in those neon 
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lights
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And the drunker I get, the more 
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things I forget
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And I just ain't got that kind of 
time


[Chorus]
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So that's why I like drinkin' 
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whiskey
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Because it fills up the cracks in 
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my soul
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And it helps me forget all the 
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damage I've done
            D
And all the time I've spent down in 
this hole

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And for a moment I swear I hear 
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Jesus
        C                  G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
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So I take one more shot of 
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redemption, Lord
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It's like Sunday every Saturday 
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night


[Verse 3]
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Now the gospel comes out of that 
jukebox
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And an angel just walked through 
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the door
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And she pulled up a chair right 
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beside me
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She said, "You think misery's got 
room for one more?"


[Chorus]
     C                       
So that's why I like drinkin' 
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whiskey
             C                     
Because it fills up the cracks in 
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my soul
         C                    
And it helps me forget all the 
   G
damage I've done
            D
And all the time I've spent down in 
this hole

           C                   
And for a moment I swear I hear 
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Jesus
        C                  G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
      C                   
So I take one more shot of 
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redemption, Lord
                       D       
It's like Sunday every Saturday 
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night


[Verse 4]
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Now the bar stools are lined up like
 church pews
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And the preacher just yelled out 
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"Last call!"
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And confession is held belly-up to
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 the bar
      D
Hell even the best angels fall


[Chorus]
     C                       
So that's why I like drinkin' 
   G
whiskey
             C                     
Because it fills up the cracks in 
  G
my soul
         C                    
And it helps me forget all the 
   G
damage I've done
            D
And all the time I've spent down in 
this hole

           C                   
And for a moment I swear I hear 
  G
Jesus
        C                  G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
      C                   
So I take one more shot of 
    G
redemption, Lord
                       D       
It's like Sunday every Saturday 
 G
night


[Outro]
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It's like Sunday every Saturday 
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night