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

Drinkin' Beer. Talkin' God. Amen.

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)