Praise the Lord - Breland, Thomas Rhett

Praise the Lord for southern women, Hemi engines, crispy chicken

Praise the Lord for east Atlanta, Country Grammar, and my nana

Praise the Lord that I got everything I want and need and more

I might turn up on Saturday, but first thing Sunday morn

I praise the Lord

Praise the Lord for sister Julie, big ol' hat and tambourine

She keeps playing when we’re shoutin', doesn’t know that she’s off beat

Praise the Lord for my bartender, turns a single into two

We went crazy out there last night, we need saving in this pew

It don’t matter how you worship, sinner, saint, win or lose

Praise the Lord for southern women, Hemi engines, crispy chicken

Praise the Lord for east Atlanta, Country Grammar, and my nana

Praise the Lord that I got everything I want and need and more

I might turn up on Saturday, but first thing Sunday morn

I praise the Lord

He rockin' with me that’s for sure

Praise the Lord

He rockin' with me that’s for sure

Praise the Lord

Praise the Lord for my three babies and the one that’s on the way

All the words up in the good book and dirt up on my Chevrolet

Praise the Lord for Sunday morning and paycheck Friday afternoons

For cold beer conversations and broken cowboy boots

It don’t matter how you worship, sinner, saint, win or lose

Praise the Lord for southern women, Hemi engines, crispy chicken

Praise the Lord for east Atlanta, Country Grammar, and my nana

Praise the Lord that I got everything I want and need and more

I might turn up on Saturday but first thing Sunday morn

I praise the Lord

He rockin' with me that’s for sure

Praise the Lord

He rockin' with me that’s for sure

Praise the Lord