Ricky Van Shelton - Talking to God Lyrics
School let out at three o' clock I picked Jackson upI had the tent and the sleeping bags in the back end of the truckBuilt a fire up by the lake, watched the sun go down, fell asleep side by sideon Nature's hollowed groundYou may not find me every Sunday sitting on the front row pewThere are other ways of praying, I believe we still get throughThe quiet of the backwoods with a boy and a fishing rod,That's just my way of talking to GodWaking to a whippoorwill at the crack of dawnSunbeams shining through the pines before the mist is gone,I hear a different drummer when I'm closer to the landSometimes I have to get away to find out who I amYou may not find me every Sunday sitting on the front row pewThere are other ways of praying, I believe we still get throughDown a road less traveled, I let go of a lotThat's just my way of talking to GodI don't need a cathedral or tabernacle choirA mountain stream, cold and clean, gets me inspiredStanding in rainstorm, now some might think it oddBut it's justmy way of talking to GodIt's just my way of talking to God
