"Closer To God" lyrics
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
I don't need a stained glass window in a concrete prison
When it's 5 a.m. and I'm out here fishing
You ain't ever heard a quiet so loud
My soul grows under thunderhead clouds
It's the book of John Deere, a tailgate confession
If I had a halo, man, it'd be a Stetson
I was baptized by the sweat on my brow
Crickets are the choir when the sun goes down
Singing, oh
The bigger the field, the smaller the town
More dirt on the road, more sacred the ground
The hotter the day, the colder the beer
Always burning through the Busch Light right 'round here
It's a redneck hallelujah
Holy muddy river water running through you
The lower the state, the slower the talk
The higher the truck, the closer to God
Drinking from a mason jar below the Mason-Dixon
Go and count them stars and say you ain't religious
'Cause He turned water into wine
So we could turn corn into old moonshine
Singing, oh
The bigger the field, the smaller the town
More dirt on the road, more sacred the ground
The hotter the day, the colder the beer
Always burning through the Busch Light right 'round here
It's a redneck hallelujah
Holy muddy river water running through you
The lower the state, the slower the talk
The higher the truck, the closer to God
(Oh, oh) Mm, the closer to God
(Oh, oh)
Oh
Dirt on my boots, counting boondocks blessings
Oh
Hell of a view on a little piece of heaven
The bigger the field, the smaller the town
More dirt on the road, more sacred the ground
The hotter the day, the colder the beer
Always burning through the Busch Light right 'round here
It's a redneck hallelujah
Holy muddy river water running through you
The lower the state, the slower the talk
The higher the truck (Oh)
The closer to God
(Oh, oh) The closer to God
(Oh, oh) The closer to God
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
I don't need a stained glass window in a concrete prison
When it's 5 a.m. and I'm out here fishing
You ain't ever heard a quiet so loud
My soul grows under thunderhead clouds
It's the book of John Deere, a tailgate confession
If I had a halo, man, it'd be a Stetson
I was baptized by the sweat on my brow
Crickets are the choir when the sun goes down
Singing, oh
The bigger the field, the smaller the town
More dirt on the road, more sacred the ground
The hotter the day, the colder the beer
Always burning through the Busch Light right 'round here
It's a redneck hallelujah
Holy muddy river water running through you
The lower the state, the slower the talk
The higher the truck, the closer to God
Drinking from a mason jar below the Mason-Dixon
Go and count them stars and say you ain't religious
'Cause He turned water into wine
So we could turn corn into old moonshine
Singing, oh
The bigger the field, the smaller the town
More dirt on the road, more sacred the ground
The hotter the day, the colder the beer
Always burning through the Busch Light right 'round here
It's a redneck hallelujah
Holy muddy river water running through you
The lower the state, the slower the talk
The higher the truck, the closer to God
(Oh, oh) Mm, the closer to God
(Oh, oh)
Oh
Dirt on my boots, counting boondocks blessings
Oh
Hell of a view on a little piece of heaven
The bigger the field, the smaller the town
More dirt on the road, more sacred the ground
The hotter the day, the colder the beer
Always burning through the Busch Light right 'round here
It's a redneck hallelujah
Holy muddy river water running through you
The lower the state, the slower the talk
The higher the truck (Oh)
The closer to God
(Oh, oh) The closer to God
(Oh, oh) The closer to God
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
