Show me a bridge, they say don't burn it And I'll soak it to the bolts in gasoline Give me a lesson and tell me to learn it And I'll make damn sure I didn't learn a thing
Living on the edge just trying to edge a little bit closer Running out of luck like a field full of three leaf clovers
Thank God for hands that saved a sinking man from drowning Them hearts that don't keep tabs on the times you let 'em down And I fought that fire inside of me That fueled those nights that lied to me Like that bottle lying empty on the floor Sometimes it takes an angel To show the devil the door
Well, I've been tempted as long as I've been breathing But these days the devil don't hold his breath And she got a habit of breaking all my bad ones And bringing out what good I've got left Anybody else, hell, they'd just pass and judge me But she just loves me
Thank God for hands that saved a sinking man from drowning Them hearts that don't keep tabs on the times you let 'em down And I fought that fire inside of me That fueled those nights that lied to me Like that bottle lying empty on the floor Sometimes it takes an angel To show the devil the door
Thank God for hands that saved a sinking man from drowning She could've counted me out more times than I could count And I fought that fire inside of me That fueled those nights that lied to me Like that bottle lying empty on the floor Sometimes it takes an angel To show the devil the door
And sometimes it takes an angel To show the devil the door
Compositores: Benjamin Stennis, Bobby Pinson, Matt Rogers