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