Southern Gospel

My grandpa preached from a trailer bed

Had pot luck dinner and a Marlboro Red

And we’d sing ‘I Saw the Light’

A couple dozen times

We played hide and seek underneath the stars

And drank grandma’s tea out of mason jars

I didn’t need those city lights

It was just our way of life

Well I was raised on it

It’s where I call home

I made my way on it

And it’s the only thing I know

It’s in my bones, it’s in my blood

It’s in my roots down in the mud

And it’s a redneck church choir singing

‘Holy, holy, holy’

It’s in my jeans, it’s in my boots

It’s in the way that Spirit moves

In a part time sinner, a wannabe apostle

Raised on Southern Gospel

I saved four summers for a new used truck

Had a first date, mixed tape, all cued up

And I shook her daddy’s hand

And showed him I’m the kind of man

That was raised on it

And it’s the only thing I know

It’s in my bones, it’s in my blood

It’s in my roots down in the mud

And it’s a redneck church choir singing

‘Holy, holy, holy’

It’s in my jeans, it’s in my boots

It’s in the way that Spirit moves

In a part time sinner, a wannabe apostle

Raised on Southern Gospel

Well I was raised on it

It’s where I call home

I made my way on it

And it’s the only thing I know

It’s in my bones, it’s in my blood

It’s in my roots down in the mud

And it’s a redneck church choir singing

‘Holy, holy, holy’

It’s in my jeans, it’s in my boots

It’s in the way that Spirit moves

In a part time sinner, a wannabe apostle

Raised on Southern Gospel

Oh it’s in my bones

It’s in my blood

It’s in my roots down, my roots down in the mud

Raised on Southern Gospel