school let out at three o clock i picked jackson up i had the tent and the sleeping bags in the back end of the truck built a fire up by the lake watched the sun go down fell asleep side by side on nature s hollowed ground you may not find me every sunday sitting on the front row pew there are other ways of praying i believe we still get through the quiet of the backwoods with a boy and a fishing rod that s just my way of talking to god waking to a whippoorwill at the crack of dawn sunbeams shining through the pines before the mist is gone i hear a different drummer when i m closer to the land sometimes i have to get away to find out who i am you may not find me every sunday sitting on the front row pew there are other ways of praying i believe we still get through down a road less traveled i let go of a lot that s just my way of talking to god i don t need a cathedral or tabernacle choir a mountain stream cold and clean gets me inspired standing in rainstorm now some might think it odd but it s justmy way of talking to god it s just my way of talking to god
['classic country pop', 'country', 'country rock']