Church

Way out in the woods
Nobody there, middle of nowhere
You might just see trees and weeds and dirt
But I call it church
It ain't nothing but a river
A little place I float on an old john boat
Might look like just a rod and reel and worms
But I call it church
It ain't no Sunday morning
It ain't no preacher preaching
But out here in the quiet, I can hear him speaking to me
Out where the wild things grow
Out on this country road
The sun, the stars and the holy ghost
Yeah, I go to church
Some nights I sit out on the hood
In my old truck and I look up
And I feel like I could see
The whole wide world
Yeah, I stare at that full moon
I drink a beer and breathe in the air
And I thank him for the more than I deservе
And I go to church
It ain't no Sunday morning
It ain't no preacher preaching
But out hеre in the quiet, I can hear him speaking to me
Out where the wild things grow
Out on this country road
The sun, the stars and the Holy Ghost
Yeah, I go to church
Yeah, I go to church
No people, no pews
No steeple, just blue skies
I'm praying with my eyes wide open
Wide open, oh
It ain't no Sunday morning
It ain't no preacher preaching
But out here in the quiet, I can hear
It ain't no Sunday morning
It ain't no preacher preaching
But out here in the quiet, I can hear him speaking to me
Out where the wild things grow
Out on this country road
The sun, the stars and the holy ghost
Yeah, I go to church
I go to church
Yeah, I go to church
Ooh-ooh-ooh