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 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
I bet God plays a Gibson