Like Patsy Would - Lori McKenna

If it comes from the whiskey, then pour me a drink

If it comes from the heartache, let me feel the sting

If it comes from the spirits, set 'em loose in this room

Either way tonight it’s just me and the truth

I wanna pray like Jesus is list’nin'

I wanna play like I’m made of strings on wood

I wanna write it down like Hemingway, like it’s the last damn thing I’ll ever

say

And try to sing it like Patsy would

Sometimes it’s a blessing, sometimes it’s a curse

I’ve let it keep me up all night lookin' for the worst

Sometimes a pen knows just what to say

And it spills out like a waterfall on a clean white dais

I wanna pray like Jesus is list’nin'

I wanna play like I’m made of strings on wood

I wanna write it down like Hemingway, like it’s the last damn thing I’ll ever

say

And try to sing it like Patsy would

I wanna pray like Jesus is list’nin'

I wanna play like I’m made of strings on wood

I wanna write it down like Hemingway, like it’s the last damn thing I’ll ever

say

And try to sing it like Patsy would

Gonna try to sing it like Patsy would