Letra de 'Friday Nights And Sunday Mornings' de Chase Rice

Im sitting here on a Fri night
Thinking maybe I just might
Head to bobs for a drink or two
Two turns to three and then three to four
Next thing I know im face down on the floor
What the hell have I got myself into
I aint even come close to living right
And you wont find jesus at the bar on Friday night

So I m looking for grace that I used to find
From the man who turned that water into wine
He used to be my best friend
We just need to get back in touch again
I know I ainta lost cause yet
But all the things ive done are tough to forget
Im throwing away the drinks barkeeps been pouring
Yeah I been living for Friday nights but alive cause of Sunday mornings

A few years later I meet this girl
From Alabama a sweet southern pearl
But a preachers daughter aint usually my style
You know those good girls aint for me
I been living a little too promiscuously
And her daddy knows im just a little wild
He says son if you want my baby you better straighten up
Eat that bread on Sunday
And drink that wine form the cup

So im looking for grace that I used to find
From the man who turned that water into wine
He used to be my best friend
We just need to get back in touch again
I know I ainta lost cause yet
But all the things ive done are tough to forget
Im listening to that old preacher mans warning
Yeah I been living for Friday nights but alive cause of Sunday mornings

Im still no where near the man I need tobe
But I find that forgiveness every night when I hit my knees
Yeah I found that grace I was looking to find from the man that turned that water into wine
He used to be my best friend
We just need to get back in touch again
I know I ainta lost cause yet
But what he did on that cross ill never forget
Im listening to that old preacher mans warning
When I was living for Friday night but alive cause of Sunday mornings

Yeah im alive cause of Sunday mornings
I'm alive cause of Sunday mornings
Cause of Sunday mornings