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The Resurrection - TeaBizzy 143BPM

Verse 1:
This bar stool is a church pew
we hang our heads here every night
Sipping spirits from the bottle
And it simplifies life

Neon halos on the wall
Preach sermons through the smoke
the bartender takes confessions
With every drag and every joke

Old jukebox plays the gospel
Of heartbreak, hope, and sin
we find a little bit of heaven
When that lonesome song kicks in

Chorus:
Old Reverend Bourbon
and Brother Jack
Sister Marga rita
You've always had our backs
Deacon Jim Bean 
We appreciate you
can't count how many times
You've seen us through

Verse 2:
The stained glass is just bottles
We've lined up in a row
And the floorboards creak the hymns
From the folks just letting go

Prayer’s a quiet whisper
In the bottom of a glass
And salvation’s just a slow pour
That helps the heartache pass

Chorus:
Old Reverend Bourbon
and Brother Jack
Sister Marga rita
You've always had our backs
Deacon Jim Bean 
We appreciate you
can't count how many times
You've seen us through

Rap Verse:
Yeah, this booth is my pulpit, this bar is my shrine
I pray to the bottle when I'm outta my mind
Truth in the whiskey, peace in the pour
My sins hit the floor when I walk through that door

Confess to the barkeep, no collar, no robe
Just a nod and a nod to the pain I don't show
Neon scripture in the backlight glow
Preachin’ real life where the lost ones go

Jack got my left, Jim holdin' my right
Mixin’ dark days with a splash of light
Faith ain't always found in steeples tall—
Sometimes it’s scrawled on a bathroom stall

Chorus:
Old Reverend Bourbon
and Brother Jack
Sister Marga rita
You've always had our backs
Deacon Jim Bean 
We appreciate you
can't count how many times
You've seen us through

Outro:
This old bar’s my confession booth
Where truth gets spilled and so does the proof
The jukebox sings like a southern choir
Bass in my chest, but the pain cuts higher
I raise a glass to the ghosts I knew
To the dreams that died and the lies I chewed
But I still show up when the lights get low
‘Cause the dark feels right when you’ve got no home
They say the Lord works in mysterious ways
Might be the bottle that gets me through the days
And if salvation’s found in a neon sign
then I'm sitting with the Saints every Friday night

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