chorus:
 Lord, won’t  you help me cut these whisky wantin’ chains.
 They take away the good things, like the twisters on the plains.
 And all they leave are splinters of the man I used to be.
 So  Lord, please take these chains away from me.

 Well, I knew a girl once, hell, I can’t recall her name.
 I loved her real hard though she never felt the same.
And my life was over though her’s had just begun.
And it’s hard to count your blessings when
        you’ve lost your favorite one.

chorus:
 So Lord, won’t  you help me cut these whisky wantin’ chains.
 They take away the good things, like the twisters on the plains.
 And all they leave are splinters of the man I used to be.
 So  Lord, please take these chains away from me.
             
 Well I asked it to grant me courage, strength and stealth.
 But it just made me numb while it stole my health.
 Feels like the weight of the Earth is...... pinnin’ me.
 And unless I face my sins, I will never be free.

chorus:
 So, Lord, please  help me cut these whisky wantin’ chains.
 There’s gotta be a better way to soothe these pains.
 Then maybe I could weave these splinters back into a man.
 So please Lord, please take my tremblin’  hand.

BMI Registered-Copywright Ray William Roldan  2006