Last Sunday mornin'
The preacher and the choir
Stared a hole through me
You'd think the devil
Was a workin' man
With a cowboy hat and a Skoal ring
As I thumbed through the pages
Wonderin' why I even came
Standin' there somewhere
Between Jim Beam
And King James
I let a woman steal my heart
Gave my soul to Jesus
Still every day's a battle
Fightin' back my demons
The angels see their share
When I rise above the flames
The devil takes his cut
As the whiskey kills the pain
And that leaves me stuck here
Somewhere between Jim Beam
And King James
It feels good livin' right
I can sleep through the night
And look the man in the mirror
In the eye
Then life throws me a curve
And to hell with lessons learned
I just wanna feel the burn
And chase that high
I guess there ain't much difference
Between my sinner and my saint
But we just walk the line
Between Jim Beam
And King James
I let a woman steal my heart
Gave my soul to Jesus
Still every day's a battle
Fightin' back my demons
The angels see their share
When I rise above the flames
The devil takes his cut
As the whiskey kills the pain
And that leaves me stuck here
Somewhere between Jim Beam
And King James
Jim Beam
And that old King James
I need King James
Jim Beam & King James Video (MV)
Performed By: Chris Blake
Language: English
Length: 3:50
Written by: Christopher Branscom, Cyndee Harr
Chris Blake - Jim Beam & King James Lyrics
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Last Sunday mornin'
The preacher and the choir
Stared a hole through me
You'd think the devil
Was a workin' man
With a cowboy hat and a Skoal ring
As I thumbed through the pages
Wonderin' why I even came
Standin' there somewhere
Between Jim Beam
And King James
I let a woman steal my heart
Gave my soul to Jesus
Still every day's a battle
Fightin' back my demons
The angels see their share
When I rise above the flames
The devil takes his cut
As the whiskey kills the pain
And that leaves me stuck here
Somewhere between Jim Beam
And King James
It feels good livin' right
I can sleep through the night
And look the man in the mirror
In the eye
Then life throws me a curve
And to hell with lessons learned
I just wanna feel the burn
And chase that high
I guess there ain't much difference
Between my sinner and my saint
But we just walk the line
Between Jim Beam
And King James
I let a woman steal my heart
Gave my soul to Jesus
Still every day's a battle
Fightin' back my demons
The angels see their share
When I rise above the flames
The devil takes his cut
As the whiskey kills the pain
And that leaves me stuck here
Somewhere between Jim Beam
And King James
Jim Beam
And that old King James
I need King James
The preacher and the choir
Stared a hole through me
You'd think the devil
Was a workin' man
With a cowboy hat and a Skoal ring
As I thumbed through the pages
Wonderin' why I even came
Standin' there somewhere
Between Jim Beam
And King James
I let a woman steal my heart
Gave my soul to Jesus
Still every day's a battle
Fightin' back my demons
The angels see their share
When I rise above the flames
The devil takes his cut
As the whiskey kills the pain
And that leaves me stuck here
Somewhere between Jim Beam
And King James
It feels good livin' right
I can sleep through the night
And look the man in the mirror
In the eye
Then life throws me a curve
And to hell with lessons learned
I just wanna feel the burn
And chase that high
I guess there ain't much difference
Between my sinner and my saint
But we just walk the line
Between Jim Beam
And King James
I let a woman steal my heart
Gave my soul to Jesus
Still every day's a battle
Fightin' back my demons
The angels see their share
When I rise above the flames
The devil takes his cut
As the whiskey kills the pain
And that leaves me stuck here
Somewhere between Jim Beam
And King James
Jim Beam
And that old King James
I need King James
Writer: Christopher Branscom, Cyndee Harr
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