A Little Pray
(For A Bottle Of Whiskey)

Oh, God
I just would like to ask You
For a bottle of whiskey (or two)
To wet my dried sore throat
And for a song I forget how to sing on
And nothing more
Oh, my Lord

No, wait
Let me be safe back home
Let green grass on these hills still grow
Let this Sun sometimes shine in a way
And for good men in our Galway 
And maybe one day...
Oh, my Lord

No, forgive me
I don"t mean to bother You so
When You know that all that I want
Is a bottle of whiskey (or two)
To drown in it my endless blue
And nothing more
Oh, my Lord

Jim O"Donnel, 08.05