"Meet My Maker" lyrics

Yeah, He made the rain, but you made me wanna dance in it
He hung the moon, but I know you had a hand in it

I'm in heaven every day
So when He goes and calls my name, no

I ain't looking for a cloud of fifty acres
I ain't flying down a backroad street of gold
When the day comes and I get to meet my maker
If I make it through, first thing I'd do is thank Him for making you

Yeah, He flew you down to a boy that wasn't worth saving, no
You stuck around and you prayed me out my hell raising, yeah

I just look at you and stare
And thank the day I get up there, oh

I ain't looking for a cloud of fifty acres
I ain't flying down a backroad street of gold
When the day comes and I get to meet my maker
If I make it through, first thing I'd do is thank Him for making you

Making you

Making your curves, making your lines
Making your body, taking His time
Making you
Making your hair, making your eyes
Making your heart and making it mine
(Making you)

I ain't looking for a cloud of fifty acres
I ain't flying down a backroad street of gold
When the day comes and I get to meet my maker
If I make it through, first thing I'd do is thank Him for making you

Making your curves, making your lines
Making your heart and making it mine
Making you