Drinkin’ Beer. Talkin’ God. Amen. (feat. Florida Georgia Line) [Acoustic]

Firewood crackle in the fall air
"Red Dirt" playin' on a radio
Big Dipper hangin' high up there
Breathe in the Backwoods and let it go

I ain't ever been the church goin' type
Can't quote much past 3:16
Even though it's a Friday night
Church found me

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen
Killin' time, livin' life with some down home friends
When the world's gone crazy, man, it all makes sense
Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen

Amen
Tell 'em boys
(Yeah, baby)

Gotta thank Him for a little piece of dirt
Little peace of mind from a cold one
Got a country angel I don't deserve
The kind that you never let go of

I don't know what Heaven looks like
No, I don't think anybody does
If it's like down here up there tonight
And there's folks like us

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, Amen (talkin' God, amen)
Killin' time, livin' life with some down home friends (with some down home friends)
When the world's gone crazy, man, it all makes sense
Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen, amen (talkin' God, amen)
(Talkin' God, amen)

I don't know what Heaven looks like
And who the hell does?
If it's like down here up there tonight
There's folks like us

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen
Killin' time, livin' life with some down home friends

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen (talkin' God, amen)
Killin' time, livin' life with some down home friends (with some down home friends)
When the world's gone crazy, man, it all makes sense (man, it all makes sense)
Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen, amen (talkin' God, amen)

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer (talkin' God, amen)
Talkin' God, amen
We're sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen



Credits
Writer(s): Chase Rice, Hunter Phelps, Corey Crowder, Cale Dodds
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