I know Him and grandpa talk about the good old days
Drinkin' sweet tea outta Mason jars on some old gold tailgate
Bet they're hangin' '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 large mouths in the water
He put white tails 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 (mm, mhm)
I sit up in a Georgie pine, sunset soakin' in
Thinkin' 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 large mouths in the water
He put white tails 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-hoo)
I hate to leave, but I'm good to go
And meet the Man upstairs
'Cause if I was a bettin' man there's a little down here up there
He put large mouths in the water
He put white tails 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
