Luke Bryan Praying By The Rules

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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.