God Plays A Gibson

Intro C Fmaj7 (2x) [Verse 1] C Fmaj7 He's got the whole world in His hands, that much I understand Am G/B F/C Thanks to a Sunday morning, white church, front-row seat C Fmaj7 I try not to complicate Him, keep it simple when I’m prayin' Am G/B F/C And trust He's got some kind of plan for me [Pre-Chorus] Am G/B F/C Every night I bow my head, amen Am G/B F/C Just like I’m talking to a friend, and I can picture Him Chorus C Fmaj7 I bet God drives a Silverado, I could see His house sitting on some land Am G/B F/C And this year it's pretty clear He's a Georgia Bulldog fan C Fmaj7 I spend so much of my time wonderin' what He's really like Am G/B F/C I like to think He spends His off days up there fishin' G C Fmaj7 And I bet God plays a Gibson [Verse 2] C Fmaj7 He turned watеr into wine seems like my kind of guy Am G/B F/C I bet Hе's up there six-string strummin' with Loretta Lynn tonight [Pre-Chorus] Am G/B F/C Every night I bow my head, amen Am G/B F/C G/D F/C Like I’m catching up with one of my old friends and I picture Him Chorus C Fmaj7 I bet God drives a Silverado, I could see His house sitting on some land Am G/B F/C And this year it's pretty clear He's a Georgia Bulldog fan C Fmaj7 I spend so much of my time wonderin' what He's really like Am G/B F/C I like to think He spends His off days up there fishin' G C Fmaj7 Am G/B F/C And I bet God plays a Gibson Bridge Dm F How cool would it be, if this guitar that's savin’ me C G Is the same one that He's playin', I might be wrong, all I'm saying Chorus C Fmaj7 Is I bet God drives a Silverado, I could see His house sitting on some land Am G/B F/C And this year it's pretty clear He's a Georgia Bulldog fan C Fmaj7 I spend so much of my time wonderin' what He's really like Am G/B F/C I like to think He spends His off days up there fishin' G C Fmaj7 And I bet God plays a Gibson C Fmaj7 I bet God plays a Gibson [Ending] C Fmaj7 C