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 deserve And I go to 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 Yeah I go to church No people no pews No steeple just blue skies I'm praying with my eyes wide open Wide open Ohhhhh It ain't no Sunday morning It ain't no preacher preaching But out here in the quiet I can hear him Ain't no Sunday morning It ain't no preacher preaching But out here in the quiet I can hear him speaking 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 Ooooh ooooh Yeah yeah yeah oooh