Fancy God

That God you got is a fancy God

And he's not the one I know

He don't live in parking lots

Outside of monster homes

My God ain't in the government

He don't put on a big show

That God you got is a fancy God

And he's not the one I know

My God lives on gravel roads

And goes down into hollers

Goes down and saves the souls

Of your very sons and daughters

Your crystal meth

And your cocaine breath

And your tingling to your toes

That God you got is a fancy God

And he's not the one I know