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Andrew Jannakos

Meet My Maker

 

Meet My Maker


Take it out to the end of that chert rock road and I park my truck
Where the sun shows its face and the green grass glows while the world wakes up
When I'm a little lost and I need some saving
Ain't gotta find a Sunday morning congregation
I swear to God I know where he's always waiting
I'm just saying

When I'm way out here and my mind gets clear
I hear him whisper in the Georgia breeze
Where the trees stand tall and ya feel so small
It's enough to make a man believe
I find my dirt road savior
On these untouched acres
Ain't no church like nature, naw
Yeah, that's where I meet my maker

Swear the pasture's my pastor
The pines and crickets singing 'Hallelujah'
Grab a pole watch the slow river roll
Like the holy spirit flowing through ya
Any time that my faith is fading
Take a trip outta town to the lord's creation

When I'm way out here and my mind gets clear
I hear him whisper in the Georgia breeze
Where the trees stand tall and ya feel so small
It's enough to make a man believe
I find my dirt road savior
On these untouched acres
Ain't no church like nature, naw
Yeah, that's where I meet my maker

In the woods or on the water
It's like I'm standing at the altar

When I'm way out here and my mind gets clear
I hear him whisper in the Georgia breeze
Where the trees stand tall and ya feel so small
It's enough to make a man believe
I find my dirt road savior
On these untouched acres
Ain't no church like nature, naw
Yeah, that's where I meet my maker

Yeah, that's where I meet my maker
Heaven knows

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