My grand daddy never went to church Felt closer to God with his hands in the dirt Doing hard work Sun on his face sweat on his brow, wind in his hair He'd say a prayer, anywhere Be standing in the middle of a fresh mowed field The spirit would move He'd just kneel and start giving thanks For God's green earth When it came to church he preferred his Blue sky cathedral with it's white pine steeples Sunrise for a stained gla** window Singing along with that song bird hymnal Made his soul fly like an eagle under that blue sky cathedral Every now and then some folks from town They'd drop in try and bring him round Into the fold but he'd just smile Fix 'em some tea and let 'em talk a while And when they'd leave he'd say to me Son some people gotta have four walls To keep the word and heed the call But that's ok As for me I do better underneath my Thirty years since he's been gone We buried him up on the hill But it don't matter where I am I feel him with me still