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