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Larry Fleet

Where I Find God

 

Where I Find God

(album: Stack Of Records - 2021)


That night I hit rock bottom, sitting on an old barstool
He paid my tab and put me in a cab, he didn't have to
But he could see I was hurting, oh, I wish I'd got his name
Cause I didn't feel worth saving, but he saved me just the same

And that day out on the water when the fish just wouldn't bite
I put my pole down floated around, it was just so quiet
I could hear my old man saying "Son just be still
You can't find peace like this in a bottle or a pill"

From a bar stool to that Evinrude
Sunday morning in a church pew
In a deer stand or a hay field
An interstate back to Nashville
In a Chevrolet with the windows down
Me and him just riding around
Sometimes, whether I'm looking for him or not
That's where I find God

Sometimes late at night, I lie there and listen
To the sound of her heart beating
And that song the crickets are singing
And I don't know what they're saying
But it sounds like a hymn to me
Now I ain't too good at praying
But thanks for everything

From a bar stool, to that Evinrude
Sunday morning in a church pew
In a deer stand or a hay field
An interstate back to Nashville
In a Chevrolet with the windows down
Me and him just riding around
Sometimes, whether I'm looking for him or not
That's where I find God

From a bar stool, to that Evinrude
Sunday morning in a church pew
In a deer stand or a hay field
An interstate back to Nashville
In a Chevrolet with the windows down
Me and him just riding around
Talking, well I do that a lot
Well, I do that a lot
Cause that's where I find God

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