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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry Fleet
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connie Harrington
Songwriter
Larry Fleet
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Producer
Ally Gecewicz
Editing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Jeff Balding
Engineer
Josh Ditty
Engineer
Ryan Yount
Engineer
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
The night I hit rock bottom, sittin' on an old bar stool
He paid my tab and put me in a cab, he didn't have to
But he could see I was hurtin', oh I wish I'd got his name
'Cause I didn't feel worth savin', but he saved me just the same
That day out on the water when the fish just wouldn't bite
I put my pole down, floated around, it was just so quiet
And I could hear my old man sayin', "Son, just be still"
'Cause you can't find peace like this in a bottle or a pill
From a bar stool to that Evinrude
Sunday mornin' in a church pew
In a deer stand or a hay field
An interstate back to Nashville
In a Chevrolet with the windows down
Me and Him just ridin' around
Sometimes, whether I'm lookin' for Him or not
That's where I find God
Sometimes late at night, I lie there and listen
To the sound of her heart beatin' and that song the crickets are singin'
And I don't know what they're sayin'
But it sounds like a hymn to me
No, I ain't too good at prayin'
But thanks for everything
From a bar stool to that Evinrude
Sunday mornin' in a church pew
In a deer stand or a hay field
An interstate back to Nashville
In a Chevrolet with the windows down
Me and Him just ridin' around
Sometimes, whether I'm lookin' for Him or not
That's where I find God
From a bar stool to that Evinrude
Sunday mornin' in a church pew
In a deer stand or a hay field
An interstate back to Nashville
In a Chevrolet with the windows down
Me and Him just ridin' around talkin'
Well, I do that a lot
Well, I do that a lot
That's where I find God
Writer(s): Connie Rae Harrington, Larry Fleet
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