[Intro]
| C | Fmaj7 | 2x
[Verse 1]
C Fmaj7
He's got the whole world in His hands, that much I understand
Am G/B F/C
Thanks to a Sunday morning, white church, front-row seat
C Fmaj7
I try not to complicate Him, keep it simple when I’m prayin'
Am G/B F/C
And trust He's got some kind of plan for me
[Pre-Chorus]
Am G/B F/C
Every night I bow my head, amen
Am G/B F/C
Just like I’m talking to a friend, and I can picture Him
[Chorus]
C Fmaj7
I bet God drives a Silverado, I could see His house sitting on some land
Am G/B F/C
And this year it's pretty clear He's a Georgia Bulldog fan
C Fmaj7
I spend so much of my time wonderin' what He's really like
Am G/B F/C
I like to think He spends His off days up there fishin'
G C Fmaj7
And I bet God plays a Gibson
[Verse 2]
C Fmaj7
He turned watеr into wine seems like my kind of guy
Am G/B F/C
I bet Hе's up there six-string strummin' with Loretta Lynn tonight
[Pre-Chorus]
Am G/B F/C
Every night I bow my head, amen
Am G/B F/C G/D F/C
Like I’m catching up with one of my old friends and I picture Him
[Chorus]
C Fmaj7
I bet God drives a Silverado, I could see His house sitting on some land
Am G/B F/C
And this year it's pretty clear He's a Georgia Bulldog fan
C Fmaj7
I spend so much of my time wonderin' what He's really like
Am G/B F/C
I like to think He spends His off days up there fishin'
G C Fmaj7 Am G/B F/C
And I bet God plays a Gibson
[Bridge]
Dm F
How cool would it be, if this guitar that's savin’ me
C G
Is the same one that He's playin', I might be wrong, all I'm saying
[Chorus]
C Fmaj7
Is I bet God drives a Silverado, I could see His house sitting on some land
Am G/B F/C
And this year it's pretty clear He's a Georgia Bulldog fan
C Fmaj7
I spend so much of my time wonderin' what He's really like
Am G/B F/C
I like to think He spends His off days up there fishin'
G C Fmaj7
And I bet God plays a Gibson
C Fmaj7
I bet God plays a Gibson
[Ending]
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