Chris Novak

Intro Am F C G [Verso 1] Am There's a neon cross on a faded wall F Where the saints and the sinners both crawl C Bartender pours what the preacher won't say G Truth comes out when the lights go gray Am Old man Joe with his hands worn down F Talks about a girl that he lost in this town C Says, "Son, life ain't what you planned" G Then he wipes his eyes with a shaking hand [Pré-Refrão] F Ain't no choir, ain't no suit and tie C Just broken souls and a reason why G We keep coming back again [Refrão] Am I learned more truth on a barstool seat F Than I ever did on a Sunday street C Where the whiskey burns and the walls don't judge G And every scar don't need no touch Am Yea the gospel's poured in a plastic cup F With a little regret and a little messed up C But grace shows up where the broken are G That's my church, in these neon bars. [Verso 2] Am There's a corner stool where I always land F With a six-stringed heart and some calloused hands C Playin songs about the life I've known G To a room full of people just like my own Am A couple dancing like they're 23 F While a lonely girl sips Hennesy C Every story in this place runs deep G Ain't nobody here gettin much sleep [Pré-Refrão] F No collection plate, no words rehearsed C Just the best and the worst of the human curse G And a song to carry it through [Refrão] Am I learned more truth on a barstool seat F Than I ever did on a Sunday street C Where the whiskey burns and the walls don't judge G And every scar don't need no touch Am Yea the gospel's poured in a plastic cup F With a little regret and a little messed up C But grace shows up where the broken are G That's my church, in these neon bars. [Ponte] F Ain't sayin heaven's in a shot glass glow C But I've seen redemption in the people I know G Yea we're all just tryin to find our way F Between in the lost and almost saved C In the songs we play and the debts we've paid G God will meet up where our bodies lay [Refrão] Am I learned more truth on a barstool seat F Than I ever did on a Sunday street C Where the whiskey burns and the walls don't judge G And every scar don't need no touch Am Yea the gospel's poured in a plastic cup F With a little regret and a little messed up C But grace shows up where the broken are G That's my church, in these neon bars.