More songs by Jordan Davis
Description
Programming Engineer, Producer: Paul DiGiovanni
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Jim Cooley
Second Engineer: Kam Luchterhand
Additional Engineer, Background Vocalist: Trey Keller
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Production Coordinator: Mike Griffith
Production Coordinator: Rose Hutcheson
Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Jordan Davis
Composer Lyricist: Jacob Davis
Composer Lyricist: Joshua Cole Jenkins
Composer Lyricist: Matt Jenkins
Lyrics and translation
Original
He never whiskey stumbled out a bar way past closing time.
Never sat handcuffed in the backseat, bloodshot eyes looking at blue lights.
He gave the shirt off his back to a stranger, and nothing but love to his neighbor.
He had a grip on his anger, and then there's me.
'Cause I'll never walk on water, but I pour some in my bourbon.
Sometimes my straight and narrow's got too much twist and turning.
And He knows that I need more, so thank the Lord that He ain't through giving grace to folks like me doing things
Jesus wouldn't do.
My patience has its limits and my words cut to the bone.
Been too late to say I'm sorry, been too soon to throw that stone.
I can forget how to forgive, slip up and let that devil in, and fall short again and again.
'Cause I'll never walk on water, but I pour some in my bourbon.
Sometimes my straight and narrow's got too much twist and turning. And He knows that I need more, so thank the
Lord that He ain't through giving grace to folks like me doing things that Jesus wouldn't do.
Jesus wouldn't do.
It's hard to think after everything I've done, that He'd leave the ninety-nine to come save one.
I'll never walk on water, but I pour some in my bourbon.
Sometimes my straight and narrow's got too much twist and turning.
And He knows that I need more, so thank the Lord that He ain't through giving grace to folks like me doing things that Jesus wouldn't do.
Yeah, that Jesus wouldn't do.
English translation
He never whiskey stumbled out a bar way past closing time.
Never sat handcuffed in the backseat, bloodshot eyes looking at blue lights.
He gave the shirt off his back to a stranger, and nothing but love to his neighbor.
He had a grip on his anger, and then there's me.
'Cause I'll never walk on water, but I pour some in my bourbon.
Sometimes my straight and narrow's got too much twist and turning.
And He knows that I need more, so thank the Lord that He ain't through giving grace to folks like me doing things
Jesus wouldn't do.
My patience has its limits and my words cut to the bone.
Been too late to say I'm sorry, been too soon to throw that stone.
I can forget how to forgive, slip up and let that devil in, and fall short again and again.
'Cause I'll never walk on water, but I pour some in my bourbon.
Sometimes my straight and narrow's got too much twist and turning. And He knows that I need more, so thank the
Lord that He ain't through giving grace to folks like me doing things that Jesus wouldn't do.
Jesus wouldn't do.
It's hard to think after everything I've done, that He'd leave the ninety-nine to come save one.
I'll never walk on water, but I pour some in my bourbon.
Sometimes my straight and narrow's got too much twist and turning.
And He knows that I need more, so thank the Lord that He ain't through giving grace to folks like me doing things that Jesus wouldn't do.
Yeah, that Jesus wouldn't do.