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Lord my friend's out of work again gettin' drunk in the park
sitting on a rock by the lake sippin' a pint of Maker’s Mark
Drownin’ in every drop til his troubled mind goes numb
Watching ducks and geese fightin’ over scraps and stale breadcrumbs

I see red flags and flashin’ danger signs
there's a cry for help in his weary bloodshot eyes

When things go good his demons rise
his thoughts turn bad and wreck his life
he’ 's given up and givin' in to his pain
he's never felt your healing touch
or your unconditional love
but I have and I know it’s not too late
when the flames of hell burn out of control
I pray you'll save him from his self-destructive soul

You’ve shown me tender mercy every time I’ve asked
you forgave the dumb mistakes I made in my past
the peace he's been searchin' for he won’t find in the whiskey
the only place I found it was when I got down on my knees

I see red flags and flashin’ danger signs
there's a cry for help in his weary bloodshot eyes

When things go good his demons rise
his thoughts turn bad and wreck his life

he’ 's given up and givin' in to his pain
he's never felt your healing touch
or your unconditional love
but I have and I know it’s not too late
when the flames of hell burn out of control
I pray you'll save him from his self-destructive soul
Lord, restore the life the devil stole
I pray you'll save him from his self- destructive soul

Writers: Shawn Fitzgerald/Bob Dellaposta