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He never whiskey-stumbled out a bar way past closing time
Never sat handcuffed in the backseat, bloodshot eyes looking at blue lights
He gave the shirt off his back to a stranger
And nothin' but love to his neighbor
He had a grip on his anger
And then there's me
'Cause I'll never walk on water, but I pour some in my bourbon
Sometimes, my straight and narrows got too much twist and turning
And he knows that I need more, so thank the lord that he ain't through
Giving grace to folks like me doin' things
That Jesus wouldn't do
My patience has its limits and my words cut to the bone
Been too late to say I'm sorry, been too soon to throw that stone
I can forget how to forgive
Slip up and let that devil in
And fall short again and again
'Cause I'll never walk on water, but I pour some in my bourbon
Sometimes, my straight and narrows got too much twist and turning
And he knows that I need more, so thank the lord that he ain't through
Giving grace to folks like me doin' things
That Jesus wouldn't do
Jesus wouldn't do
It's hard to think after everything I've done
That he'd leave the ninety-nine to come save one
I'll never walk on water, but I pour some in my bourbon
Sometimes, my straight and narrows got too much twist and turning
And he knows that I need more, so thank the lord that he ain't through
Giving grace to folks like me doing things
That Jesus wouldn't do
Yeah, that Jesus wouldn't do
