"Backroad Gospel" lyrics

Phone call from my mama
A bottle in my hand
She said will you be there tomorrow son
To hear about the promise land
Yeah but six AM comes too early
And there's a pack in the old ashtray
Ive seen more gold on these gravel roads
Than I do in pew on Sunday

That band and choir don't light my fire
Like the sound of an old FM
Radio station pumping through the truck dash
Arm out the window in wind
Most people go to church
And they bow their heads and pray he forgives their sins
But to the county line is where I ride
When I need to talk to him
Gettin' that Backroad gospel
Gettin' that Backroad gospel

Its rollin' through my heart
I can feel it in my bones
Every time I'm behind that wheel
I know I'm not alone
There's a spirit in that passenger seat
No matter where I roam
When I get way way out
There ain't no doubt
The good lords gonna drive me home

That band and choir don't light my fire
Like the sound of an old FM
Radio station pumping through the truck dash
Arm out the window in wind
Most people go to church
And they bow their heads and pray he forgives their sins
But to the county line is where I ride
When I need to talk to him
Gettin' that Backroad gospel
Gettin' that Backroad gospel

Hall lay loo, hall lay loo, hall lay loo
Hall lay loo, hall lay loo, hall lay loo

That band and choir don't light my fire
Like the sound of an old FM
Radio station pumping through the truck dash
Arm out the window in wind
Most people go to church
And they bow their heads and pray he forgives their sins
But to the county line is where I ride
When I need to talk to him
Gettin' that Backroad gospel
Gettin' that Backroad gospel

Hall lay loo, hall lay loo, hall lay loo
Hall lay loo, hall lay loo, hall lay loo