Fred Eaglesmith - Fancy God lyrics

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