Drinkin' Beer. Talkin' God. Amen. - Chase Rice, Florida Georgia Line

If I would

Red dirt playing on a radio

Big dipper hanging high up there

Breathe in the backwoods and let it go

I ain’t ever been the church goin' guy

Can’t go much past 316

Even though it’s a Friday night

Church found me

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, Amen

Killing time, living life with some downhome friends

When the world’s gone crazy, man, it all makes sense

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, Amen, Amen

Tell em' boys

(Yeah, baby)

Got a little piece of dirt

Little piece of mine from a cold one

Got a country angel I don’t deserve

The kind that you never let go of

I don’t know what Heaven looks like

No, I don’t think anybody does

If it’s like down here up there tonight

And there’s folks like us

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, Amen (Talkin' God. Amen.)

Killing time, living life with some downhome friends

(With some downhome friends)

When the world’s gone crazy, man, it all makes sense

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, Amen, Amen

(Talkin' God, Amen)

(Talkin' God, Amen)

I don’t know what Heaven looks like

And who the hell does

If it’s like down here up there tonight

There’s folks like us

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, Amen

Killing time, living life with some downhome friends

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, Amen (Talkin' God, Amen.)

Killing time, living life with some downhome friends

(With some downhome friends)

When the world’s gone crazy, man, it all makes sense

(Man, it all makes sense)

Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, Amen, Amen

(Talkin' God. Amen.)

Drinkin' beer (Talkin' God. Amen)

(Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, Amen)