I can’t always stand by myself, but Lord knows I’ve tried
I ain’t as tough as I seem sometimes, as much as I fight
Tonight I’m leaning on the bottle, with a Bible in my hand
And kneeling like you taught me by this empty king size bed
But sometimes I pray, but not like I would, if you were here
And sometimes I drink a little more than I should, to fight back the tears
When I’m holdin on to my last breath
And I’m drowning in that drop that’s left
And he knows, I don’t know what to say
Sometimes I pray
Well I’ve given him the blame for my pain, time after time
And I’ve walked a fine line between hell and playing with fire
And I wonder why he listens as I stumble for a words
But that red and white gets clearer with every single verse
But sometimes I pray, but not like I would if you were here
And sometimes I drink a little more than I should to fight back the tears
When I’m holdin on to my last breath
And I’m drowning in that drop that’s left
And he knows, I don’t know what to say
Sometimes I pray
Sometimes I pray, but not like I would if mama was here
And sometimes I drink a little more than I should to drown out the tears
When I’m holdin on to my last breath
And I’m drowning in that drop that’s left
And he knows, I don’t know what to say
Sometimes I pray
Sometimes I pray