God Plays a Gibson
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 Hе'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
I bet God plays a Gibson
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 Hе'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
I bet God plays a Gibson
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Writer(s): Colin Healy, Megan Moroney, Mackenzie Carpenter
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