Every afternoon when I wake up,
I say a little prayer and drink up,
for driving me home once more.
There's an open Bible on the table,
and an empty bottle on the floor.
Last night I thought I died
and went to whiskey heaven.
never shines in whiskey ever
It rains Jack Daniels all the time
Flyin' high with honky -tonk angels
There's a run down bar of a long night,
Underneath those neon lights
we drink a little bit of wine,
Stay drunk most of the time
We all be breathing hell or night
Never shines in whiskey ever
It rains Jack Daniels all the time
Flyin' high with honky -tonk angels
Flyin' high with honky -tonk angels
Flyin' high with honky -tonk gaiters