By God Letra - HARDY

By God (By God), by God (By God)

By God, what a rock we get to breathe on

That highrise livin' ain't closer to Heaven

Than feet in a river, singin' Promise Land songs

Good Lord (Good Lord), good Lord (Good Lord)

Wouldn't catch me dead where the concrete lays

My soul ain't after me climbin' no ladder

This country boy rather live somewhere made by God

Got tomatoes in the garden

Nellybelle parked in the yard, I don't need no driveway

Shellcracker in the grease, some cracker in a Z goin'

Down the highway

Who the hell needs a bar when the sun in the sky and the stars are puttin' up a fight?

Condensation on a beer, sittin' here feels kinda like I'm sittin' right

By God (By God), by God (By God)

By God, what a rock we get to breathe on

That highrise livin' ain't closer to Heaven

Than feet in a river, singin' Promise Land songs

Good Lord (Good Lord), good Lord (Good Lord)

Wouldn't catch me dead where the concrete lays

My soul ain't after me climbin' no ladder

This country boy rather live somewhere made by God

Only need a couple cops

Everybody keep their shit unlocked

'Cause there ain't nobody stealin'

Hell, any time of year, only time you hear

Is when something's in season

And I ain't one to judge

But a little dirt'll make a big difference

'Cause the rest of the world, they could all stand a lesson

From the people out here livin' out the words that are written

By God (By God), by God (By God)

By God, what a rock we get to breathe on

That highrise livin' ain't closer to Heaven

Than feet in a river, singin' Promise Land songs

Good Lord (Good Lord), good Lord (Good Lord)

Wouldn't catch me dead where the concrete lays

My soul ain't after me climbin' no ladder

This country boy rather live somewhere made by God (Oh, by God)

By God (By God), by God (By God, oh)

By God, what a rock we get to breathe on (Oh, what a rock we get to breathe on)

That highrise livin' ain't closer to Heaven (Uh)

Than feet in a river, singin' Promise Land songs

Good Lord (Good Lord), good Lord (Good Lord)

Wouldn't catch me dead where the concrete lays (The concrete lays, oh)

My soul ain't after me climbin' no ladder

This country boy rather live somewhere made by God