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 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 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 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 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 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 I bet God plays a Gibson --- God Plays a Gibson - Megan Moroney