Thomas Rhett, BRELAND - Praise The Lord lyrics

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