God Plays a Gibson

作词 : Megan Moroney/Mackenzie Carpenter/Colin Healy

作曲 : Megan Moroney/Mackenzie Carpenter/Colin Healy

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 watеr 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