ฟังเพลงGod Plays a Gibson

God Plays a Gibson - Megan Moroney

Lyrics by：Megan Moroney/Mackenzie Carpenter/Colin Healy

Composed by：Megan Moroney/Mackenzie Carpenter/Colin Healy

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