Fire
My heart yearns for
Mom and pops, one stops and unlocked doors
Brimstone Baptist and sawdust floors
They both have a hell of a choir
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under that big burnin' ball of fire
Somewhere in the world
There's boys and there's girls, standin' around a fire
Sippin' shine from a jar
Someone on guitar, singin' some ring of fire
And a Friday night quarterback got his arm
Cocked back and ready to fire
My heart yearns for
Mom and pops, one stops and unlocked doors
Brimstone, Baptist and sawdust floors
They both have a hell of a choir
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under that big burnin' ball of fire
Fire, there's a kid in a stand
With a shake in his hands
Puttin' that Browning on fire
And teenagers sneakin' out, makin' out
Knowin' they're playin' with fire
My heart yearns for
Mom and pops, one stops and unlocked doors
Brimstone Baptist and sawdust floors
They both have a hell of a choir
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under that big burnin' ball of fire
Fire, fire
Big burnin' ball of fire
Yeah, fire, fire
That big burnin' ball of fire
My heart yearns for
Mom and pops, one stops and unlocked doors
A swing built for two, some old boots on the porch
And a mockingbird up on a wire
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under that big burnin' ball of fire
Yeah, thank You, Lord Jesus
For all of us bein' here
Under that ball of fire
Mom and pops, one stops and unlocked doors
Brimstone Baptist and sawdust floors
They both have a hell of a choir
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under that big burnin' ball of fire
Somewhere in the world
There's boys and there's girls, standin' around a fire
Sippin' shine from a jar
Someone on guitar, singin' some ring of fire
And a Friday night quarterback got his arm
Cocked back and ready to fire
My heart yearns for
Mom and pops, one stops and unlocked doors
Brimstone, Baptist and sawdust floors
They both have a hell of a choir
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under that big burnin' ball of fire
Fire, there's a kid in a stand
With a shake in his hands
Puttin' that Browning on fire
And teenagers sneakin' out, makin' out
Knowin' they're playin' with fire
My heart yearns for
Mom and pops, one stops and unlocked doors
Brimstone Baptist and sawdust floors
They both have a hell of a choir
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under that big burnin' ball of fire
Fire, fire
Big burnin' ball of fire
Yeah, fire, fire
That big burnin' ball of fire
My heart yearns for
Mom and pops, one stops and unlocked doors
A swing built for two, some old boots on the porch
And a mockingbird up on a wire
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under that big burnin' ball of fire
Yeah, thank You, Lord Jesus
For all of us bein' here
Under that ball of fire
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Hoge, Christopher Alan Young, Christopher Michael De Stefano
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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