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Dear God, can You forgive me for this beer?
And the language? Damn, I need Your help down here
I was hoping to bend Your ear
I ain't kneeled down in my Sunday best, I'm in a field
In dirty denim and I hope that ain't a deal breaker
For my dear Savior

To help an ol' boy out
Without a Bible in his hand
Showing up just as I am
Hats on, head ain't bowed
Ain't got no Southern Baptist pew
And I'm as dusty as these boots
I hope it's cool that I ain't praying by the rules

I don't know the ins and outs of how this whole thing goes
And I'm sure You've got a couple million folks, lost souls
Waiting in line with a little more important things than mine
But somehow, You always find the time

To help an ol' boy out
Without a Bible in his hand
Showing up just as I am
Hats on, head ain't bowed
Ain't got no Southern Baptist pew
And I'm as dusty as these boots
I hope it's cool that I ain't praying by the rules

I guess I'll let You go
I'll get to the amen
But we both know I'll be back
'Cause I'll need You again

To help this ol' boy out
Without a Bible in his hand
Showing up just as I am
Hats on, head ain't bowed
Ain't got no Southern Baptist pew
But I'm as dusty as these boots
I hope it's cool that I ain't praying by the rules

That I ain't praying by the rules
That I ain't praying by the rules

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