Fancy God Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

That conjugal is a fancy God
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 conjugal is a fancy God
He's not the one I know
My God lives on grab roads
Goes down in the holler


Comes down and saves the souls
Of your very sons and daughters
Your crystal meth and your cocaine breath
A-tame but to your toes
That conjugal is a fancy God
He′s not the one I know
That conjugal is a fancy God
He′s not the one I know
That conjugal is a fancy God
He's not the one I know