He´s got the whole world in His hands, that much I understand Thanks to a Sunday mornin´, white church, front-row seat
I try not to complicate Him, keep it simple when I´m prayin´ And trust He´s got some kind of plan for me
Every night I bow my head amen Just like I´m talking to a friend, and I can picture Him
I bet God drives a Silverado, I could see His house sittin´ on some land And this year it´s pretty clear He´s a Georgia Bulldog fan I spend so much of my time wonderin´ what He´s really like I like to think He spends His off days up there fishin´ And I bet God plays a Gibson
He turned water into wine seems like my kind of guy I bet He´s up there six-string strummin´ with Loretta Lynn tonight
Every night I bow my head amen Like I´m catchin´ up with one of my old friends and I picture Him
I bet God drives a Silverado, I could see His house sittin´ on some land And this year it´s pretty clear He´s a Georgia Bulldog fan I spend so much of my time wonderin´ what He´s really like I like to think He spends His off days up there fishin´ And I bet God plays a Gibson
How cool would it be, if this guitar that´s savin´ me Is the same one that He´s playin´, I might be wrong all I´m sayin´
Is I bet God drives a Silverado, I could see His house sittin´ on some land And this year it´s pretty clear He´s a Georgia Bulldog fan I spend so much of my time wonderin´ what He´s really like I like to think He spends His off days up there fishin´ And I bet God plays a Gibson
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