He makes fish that bite And scratch-off tickets win
He makes the dog you thought you lost Come back home again
He makes Friday nights and neon lights
And half-priced cold beer
And he made the Braves good again this year
I bet God’s a good old boy
With workin’ hands and muddy boots
And he wettin’ and quittin’ time
And goin’ back field
And he honky-tonks and songs
And this girl believes
God’s a good old boy
And he’s a good old boy me
I bet he’s gonna good Carhartts
I bet he prayers
He ain’t yet
But I trust the upstairs
He’s him on the now
just pulled up
Lord wouldn’t send a man
didn’t drive a truck
I bet God’s a good old boy
With workin’ hands and muddy boots
And he wettin’ and quittin’ time
And goin’ back field
And he honky-tonks and songs
And this girl believes
God’s a good old boy
And he’s a good old boy me
He’s me
And I don’t see a ring
Glory, hallelujah
He’s buying a drink
I bet God’s a good old boy
With workin’ hands and muddy boots
And he wettin’ and quittin’ time
And goin’ back field
And he honky-tonks and songs
And this girl believes
God’s a good old boy
And he’s a good old boy me
God’s a good old boy
And he’s a good old boy me
