Jimmy Money : Whiskey Made The Choir Cry

[Verse 1] There’s a hymn in the bottom of this glass, A little grace behind the burn. I drank forgiveness ‘til it turned its back, Now I sip what I can’t unlearn. ⸻ [Verse 2] I used to pray with my boots on tight, Used to sing with the angels in tune. Now the choir sounds tired, and the steeple leans left, And I’m harmonizin’ with the moon. ⸻ [Chorus] ’Cause whisky makes the choir cry, Every note a tear in disguise. When the bottle’s your pulpit and the sermon runs dry, You just preach with your head held low and a bloodshot sky. Yeah… whisky makes the choir cry. ⸻ [Verse 3] She left with the keys to my silence, Took the last good chord from my song. Now I play to a pew full o’ bottles, And they all clap when I get it wrong. ⸻ [Chorus] ’Cause whisky makes the choir cry, Turns hallelujahs into goodbyes. The organ wheezes, the candles sigh, And the preacher drinks when the truth walks by. Yeah… whisky makes the choir cry. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken, quiet and cracked:] “I asked the Lord for one more chorus… He gave me a jukebox with a broken B-side and a bar tab I’ll never settle.” ⸻ [Final Chorus – Slower, fading:] Whisky makes the choir cry, And I sing ‘til the shadows reply. If heaven won’t have me, I’ll just testify, From a booth with the ghosts and the neon sky… Yeah… Whisky makes the choir cry. ⸻ [Outro – Slow slide guitar and distant organ fade. A match lights. Jimmy sighs.]