He's got the whole world in his hands

That much I understand

Thanks to a sunday morning, white church, front-row seat.

I try not to complicate him

Keep it simple when I'm praying

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 sitting on some land

And this year it's pretty clear he's a georgia bulldog fan.

I spend so much of my time wondering 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 strumming

With loretta lynn tonight.

Every night I bow my head, amen

Like I'm catching up with one of my old friends

And I picture him.

I bet god drives a silverado

I could see his house sitting on some land

And this year it's pretty clear he's a georgia bulldog fan.

I spend so much of my time wondering 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 saving me

Is the same one that he's playing

I might be wrong, all I'm saying.

Is I bet god drives a silverado

I could see his house sitting on some land

And this year it's pretty clear he's a georgia bulldog fan.

I spend so much of my time wondering 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.