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 c**aine breath
And your tingling to your toes
That God you got is a fancy God
And he's not the one I know