Two Truths In My Chest

Whiskey on the table

Bible by her hand

She sleeps like Sunday

I don't know where I stand

I pull her close in the dark

Like I can make it right

But my heart stays with a woman

On the other side of night

I got two truths in my chest

Both cut clean One holds my body

One still haunts my dreams

One in my arms now

One I can't forget

(One in my arms now)

One got my soul in debt

Whiskey bottles and a Bible

Try to keep me clean

I'm loving another woman

While she loves me

That old Gibson sings crooked

With the strings half gone

Still I find my sorrow

In every broken song

She traces my hard years

With a tired, tender touch

I hate how much I need her

When I can't give enough

I got two truths in my chest

Both cut clean

One holds my body

One still haunts my dreams

Her hair on my chest

your name in my head

cheap motel shadows

white sheets stained with love an lust (two bodies laying naked in the wishing well)

Whiskey on my breath

dust in my teeth

I kiss her slow

and taste your leaving underneath

Got whiskey bottles and a bible

on the same night stand

one for my sorrow

one for a second chance

I’m holding her, ( loving another on the other side of night)

Lord, what kind of man am I?

Playing this Gibson with broken strings

trying to hold this lie

Her perfume’s fading

your ghost stays strong

her fingers trace

where your hand belonged

Room key on the table

ring in my boot

( I turn to face forgiveness

and just stare at the roof )

Every prayer I ever mumbled

came out slurred in your name (oh Lord)

Every promise that I fumbled

cut her heart just the same A whiskey Lullaby two truths in my chest makes this Gibson weep( I'll Love Her Until I Die)

I’m too drunk to be faithful

too scared to be free

this guitar’s out of tune

(just like me)

If the morning comes hard

Let it come hard

I'll lay my sins out

( Right here in the yard )

She deserves a man

With a straighter line ( that'll walk the line ) I Can't Walk The Line

Whiskey bottles and a Bible on the nightstand,

A broken Gibson in my calloused hands,

She lies beside me in the dim light,

But my heart's with another, through the cold night.

Hold her close but love another,

Whiskey whispers secrets undercover,

Strings may snap but songs won't lie,

Torn between her love and whiskey's cry.

Her eyes so soft, ( but my mind's away, )

In shadows of another's tender sway,

Broken strings, the notes still hum,

A tangled web love has become.

On this lonely road, I've danced with sin,

Whiskey and love, where do I begin?

The Bible there, a solemn creed,

But my heart's lost in whiskey's need.

Morning light creeps, a weary soul,

Frozen in time, feeling whole,

But the Gibson's cry, the night’s regret,

A song of love we both forget [ low dark whisper ] two truths in my chest ( cuts deep with despair ) holding her an loving another on the other side of night while she loves me,( two truths piercing my winds chest ) cuts deep, holding her and still in love with a another on the other side of night , two Truths piercing my winds chest