Country Boy's Prayer
Ooh
Dear God
You're the reason why the sun sets in the sky and rivers keep on runnin'
Dear God
Thank you for the stars, how music steals our hearts
And next door neighbors wave when we drive by
I pray there's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice-cold beer
Give me friends that I would fight for
And a girl that I would die for
Let us grow old on a front porch chair
That's a country boy's prayer
Thank You for the life I live
Thank You for the rain you send
Let the crops come in
Let the home team win
Amen
Thank You for this day
This food, my home, Your grace
And the kids growin' up like grass
With my last name
Yeah, I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice-cold beer
Give me friends that I would fight for
And a girl that I would die for
Let us grow old on a front porch chair
That's a country boy's prayer
Yeah, whoa
Yeah, I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice-cold beer
Give me friends that I would fight for
And a girl that I would die for
Let us grow old on a front porch chair
That's a country boy's prayer
Thank You for the life I live
Thank You for the rain you send
Let the crops come in
Let the home team win
Amen (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Amen (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Amen
Dear God
You're the reason why the sun sets in the sky and rivers keep on runnin'
Dear God
Thank you for the stars, how music steals our hearts
And next door neighbors wave when we drive by
I pray there's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice-cold beer
Give me friends that I would fight for
And a girl that I would die for
Let us grow old on a front porch chair
That's a country boy's prayer
Thank You for the life I live
Thank You for the rain you send
Let the crops come in
Let the home team win
Amen
Thank You for this day
This food, my home, Your grace
And the kids growin' up like grass
With my last name
Yeah, I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice-cold beer
Give me friends that I would fight for
And a girl that I would die for
Let us grow old on a front porch chair
That's a country boy's prayer
Yeah, whoa
Yeah, I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice-cold beer
Give me friends that I would fight for
And a girl that I would die for
Let us grow old on a front porch chair
That's a country boy's prayer
Thank You for the life I live
Thank You for the rain you send
Let the crops come in
Let the home team win
Amen (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Amen (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Amen
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Young, Chris Destefano, Mitchell Tenpenny, Michael Whitworth
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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