The bottle can’t kill the pain tonight

I learned at a young age what jack Daniels was.  
Because every night, daddy would get more than just a buzz. 
He came home tired and broken from another long day. 
He'd reach for that bottle to kill that pain. 
Momma stood by him and prayed all the time. 
I would sneak in and hear her at bedtime. 
Daddy would pass out in his chair before ten. 
but when I grew up I wanted to be just like him. 

I always thought the bottle could kill the pain. 
But every sip, tonight, feels like its in vein
I am shattered and broken inside.
And the bottle...can't kill the pain tonight. 

Now I'm grown and daddy's in the ground. 
I'm out at this bar about to buy another round.
My wife and kids are at home. 
They're spending another night alone. 
I stare into another empty high ball glass. 
I can't shake the thought of my shattered past. 
The bottle is supposed to kill the pain. 
Now I just feel myself spinning in a drain. 

I always thought the bottle could kill the pain. 
But every sip, tonight, feels like its in vein
I am shattered and broken inside.
And the bottle...can't kill the pain tonight.

Through welled up tears in my eyes. 
I looked up and fell on my knees and cried
I dusted off that bible on the stand. 
And thats where I stopped and He began. 
His loving arms are now around me tight. 
And Jesus...will kill the pain tonight. 

Slow male voice