F
Sometimes I don’t feel my highest
                   Bb                         F
It’s like I reach up and find that I’m not the tallest
        F
Like my good just ain’t good enough
   F                               Gm
My honest ain’t true enough, and my world is a sad kind of blue
              Bb                          F
I look to the heavens for something to pull me through


[Chorus]
     C                                      Bb         F
Well Lord, I’ve been drinking, but Jesus is praying for me
    C                             Bb         F
And I hear Him calling whenever I fall to my knees
      Dm                   Bb           F
Well, I’ve had my share of Sunday whiskey lows
          Gm                     Bb              F
But He’s filling my cup with the sweetest I’ll ever know


[Verse 2]
     F
Sometimes that whiskey don’t sting
         Bb                            F
And sometimes that old bourbon makes me sing
                   F                           F
I can’t tell if I’m numb to the pain or if I’m going insane
        Gm
But I’m losing my sense of time
             Bb                  F
So I call on Jesus ‘cause He is a friend of mine


[Chorus]
   C                                      Bb          F
Oh Lord, I’ve been drinking, but Jesus is praying for me
    C                             Bb          F
And I hear Him calling whenever I fall to my knees
       Dm                 Bb             F
Well, I’ve had my share of bitter whiskey lows
        Gm                       Bb                F
But He’s filling my cup with the sweetest I’ll ever know


[Bridge]
       Eb            Bb                           F
Well, I heard from a friend of a friend You walked on water
     Eb                       Bb                     F
And I heard that You dry every tear, and that Your love is stronger
                 Dm                     Bb
Than what’s in my glass and what’s in my past
        Gm                  Bb
You say hurting hearts don’t last


[Chorus]
   C                                   Bb         F
Oh Lord, I’ve been drinking, but Jesus is praying for me
    C                            Bb       F
And I hear Him calling whenever I fall to my knees
      Dm                  Bb            F
Well, I’ve had my share of Sunday whiskey lows
          Gm                    Bb
But He’s filling my cup with the sweetest


[Outro]
      Gm                     Bb
He’s filling my cup with the sweetest
             Gm                     Bb
I know He’s filling my cup with the sweetest
         F
I’ll ever know