God Isn’t Country

I know Him and grandpa talk about the good old days

Drinking sweet tea out of Mason jars on some old gold tailgate

Bet they're hanging 'round a town, looks a whole lot like mine

If He made us in His image, then you can't change my mind

'Cause he put largemouths in the water

He put whitetails in the field

Gave us red dirt for the roads

And greener grass up on the hill

Yeah, I know Heaven's up there

But I got a piece down here

So, take a look around and try to tell me

God isn't country

Ooh

I sit up in a Georgia pine, sunset soaking in

Thinking if He had to come up with us, he'da hung with all my friends

Now this life that He gave me is as good as a Sunday hymn

And I wouldn't be a good old boy, if it weren't for him

'Cause he put largemouths in the water

He put whitetails in the field

Gave us red dirt for the roads

And greener grass up on the hill

Yeah, I know Heaven's up there

But I got a piece down here

So, take a look around and try to tell me

God isn't country

Yeah, take a look around

Ooh

I hate to leave, but I'm good to go

And meet the Man upstairs

'Cause if I was a betting man

There's a little down here up there

He put largemouths in the water

He put whitetails in the field

Gave us red dirt for the roads

And greener grass up on the hill

Yeah, I know Heaven's up there

But I got a piece down here

So, take a look around and try to tell me

God isn't country

No, you can't tell me

No, you can't tell me

That God isn't country

You can't tell me

That God isn't country