Whatever Gets You Through It
It's a Monday and the phone rings
And it ain't the news you were hoping for
Another dead end door
It's the first hurt of a long week
Blindsided and knocked off your feet again
Right back down to where you been
You might turn to the Bible
You might drown in a bottle
You might call your mama, or cry with your best friend
You might have a come to Jesus
You might pack it on up and leave it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you want to lose it
Whatever gets you through it
You better hold onto it
Whatever gets you through it
It was almost so perfect
Till you found out he wasn't worth it at all
Right after the fall
And when you hit that wall
You might turn to the Bible
You might drown in a bottle
You might call your mama, or cry with your best friend
You might have a come to Jesus
You might pack it on up and leave it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you want to lose it
Whatever gets you through it
Whatever makes the heartbreak
Easier to take
You might turn to the Bible
You might drown in a bottle
You might call your mama, or cry with your best friend
You might have a come to Jesus
You might pack it on up and leave it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you want to lose it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you want to lose it
Whatever gets you through it
You better hold onto it
Whatever gets you through it
And it ain't the news you were hoping for
Another dead end door
It's the first hurt of a long week
Blindsided and knocked off your feet again
Right back down to where you been
You might turn to the Bible
You might drown in a bottle
You might call your mama, or cry with your best friend
You might have a come to Jesus
You might pack it on up and leave it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you want to lose it
Whatever gets you through it
You better hold onto it
Whatever gets you through it
It was almost so perfect
Till you found out he wasn't worth it at all
Right after the fall
And when you hit that wall
You might turn to the Bible
You might drown in a bottle
You might call your mama, or cry with your best friend
You might have a come to Jesus
You might pack it on up and leave it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you want to lose it
Whatever gets you through it
Whatever makes the heartbreak
Easier to take
You might turn to the Bible
You might drown in a bottle
You might call your mama, or cry with your best friend
You might have a come to Jesus
You might pack it on up and leave it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you want to lose it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you want to lose it
Whatever gets you through it
You better hold onto it
Whatever gets you through it
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Writer(s): Whitney Duncan, Tim Nichols, Shelby Mcleod
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