Praying the Dust off My Knees
I can hear those old church bells a ringing
As Sunday morning crashes down
The smell of cheap whiskey
And her sweet perfume
Still lingers around
That old hotel Bible
On that one-night stand
I feel it staring back at me
Making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
I'm holding on to sin
Like a dying, old friend
The devil is dragging me down
I keep on waiting
With my hand shaking
Afraid I'm too lost to be found
I got an earthly addiction
A spiritual conviction
Even a blind man can see
Making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
As I stand here
And stare in the mirror
At a stranger
With shame on his face
The sinner forsaken
This path I've taken
Asking for mercy and grace
A cold, pale reflection
Far from perfection
Heavenly help's what I need
I'm making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
I'm holding on to sin
Like a dying, old friend
The devil keeps dragging me down
I keep on waiting
With my hands shaking
Afraid I'm too lost to be found
I got and earthly addiction
A spiritual conviction
Even a blind man can see
I'm making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
Praying that dust off my knees
As Sunday morning crashes down
The smell of cheap whiskey
And her sweet perfume
Still lingers around
That old hotel Bible
On that one-night stand
I feel it staring back at me
Making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
I'm holding on to sin
Like a dying, old friend
The devil is dragging me down
I keep on waiting
With my hand shaking
Afraid I'm too lost to be found
I got an earthly addiction
A spiritual conviction
Even a blind man can see
Making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
As I stand here
And stare in the mirror
At a stranger
With shame on his face
The sinner forsaken
This path I've taken
Asking for mercy and grace
A cold, pale reflection
Far from perfection
Heavenly help's what I need
I'm making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
I'm holding on to sin
Like a dying, old friend
The devil keeps dragging me down
I keep on waiting
With my hands shaking
Afraid I'm too lost to be found
I got and earthly addiction
A spiritual conviction
Even a blind man can see
I'm making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
Praying that dust off my knees
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Writer(s): Tony Justice, Kim Edwin Williams, Robert Lee Hopkins
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