God on a Harley

I’m there when the door opens ten AM

 Third bench seat throw a twenty in

 The offering plate, bow my head for grace

 No, I don’t miss a Sunday

 

 Yeah I hide my doubts like anyone else

 Still don’t doubt the man upstairs

 Just wonder if we don’t got it all figured out

 Just hear me out

 

 What if heaven looks like a honkytonk

 There’s barstools filled with fools, n’ the come as you ares

 St Peter’s slingin' cold ones with no last call

 Yeah I might sound crazy, and I’m probably dead wrong

 But what the hell, we're all lookin' for answers ain't we

 Mine's Jesus at a no end jukebox with Willie and Charlie

 And God on a Harley

 

 Well I pray the prayers, I walk the aisles

 But a sawdust floor is more my style

 And a stained glass fulla beer poured tall n' stout

 That's what I'm talkin' about

 

 I hope heaven looks like a honkytonk

 And there’s barstools filled with fools, n’ the come as you ares

 St Peter’s slingin' cold ones with no last call

 Yeah I might sound crazy, and I’m probably dead wrong

 But what the hell, we're all lookin' for answers ain't we

 Well mine's Jesus at a no end jukebox with Willie and Charlie

 And God on a Harley, oh yeah

 God on a Harley

 

 What’s so wrong with gettin' gone after you’re gone?

 Or gettin’ your heavenly boot scoot onto a country song

 Can’t be the only one

 

 

 Who wants heaven to look like a honkytonk

 There’s barstools filled with fools, n’ the come as you ares

 St Peter’s slingin' cold ones with no last call

 Yeah I might sound crazy, and I’m probably dead wrong

 But what the hell, we're all lookin' for answers ain't we

 Yeah whatcha gonna say if you get there and see

 God on a Harley

 

 God on a Harley

 God on a Harley, oh yeah

 My god on a Harley