God Plays a Gibson

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus] Every night I bow my head amen Just like I'm talking to a friend, and I can picture Him [Chorus] 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 Bulldogs 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 [Verse 2] He turned watеr into wine seems like my kind of guy I bet Hе's up there six-string strummin' with Loretta Lynn tonight [Pre-Chorus] Every night I bow my head amen Like I'm catchin' up with one of my old friends and I picture Him [Chorus] 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 Bulldogs 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 [Bridge] 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' [Chorus] 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 Bulldogs 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 [Outro] I bet God plays a Gibson