Backroads Are My Cathedral

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Tailgate pew, Sunday sunrise Coffee steam in a Solo cup Farmer John’s already waved twice Dust trail drawing our amen up Got a redbird singing from the fence post Page one of the Good Book sky I swear I hear a sermon Every time that blacktop turns to rye [Chorus] My best kind of church got a gravel floor Choir full of crickets by the old barn door Hymns in the hum of a John Deere motor Preacher’s that breeze rollin’ off the clover Hands up high in a field of gold Mercy in the creek runnin’ ice cold If you’re lookin’ for God, yeah, out past the steeple The backroads are my cathedral [Verse 2] Mama still loves her stained glass Daddy’s tie’s hangin’ on the chair Me, I find my hallelujah Where the long grass tangles in my hair Bible on the dash, pages cracked From all those miles we’ve roamed Every fence line, every hedgerow Feels a little bit like home [Chorus] [Bridge] I’ve knelt on pine, I’ve knelt on sand But something ‘bout this open land Makes every doubt feel small, so small Out here the stars say it all [low vocal register] So I’ll keep drivin’ ‘til the pavement ends Talkin’ to God like an old best friend [Chorus]