God Made Country Music

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When He painted the sunrise over red dirt plains,
He strummed the first chord through a soft summer rain.
The thunder rolled low like a stand-up bass,
And angels sang harmony out in space.
He said, “Let there be rhythm, let there be rhyme,”
“Let there be truth that stands the test of time.”
He took a little heaven and a whole lotta soul,
And that’s how country music got born, I’m told.

God made me a cowgirl to sing His praise,
Boots in the dust and my heart ablaze.
He gave me a voice and a wide open sky,
To raise a hallelujah when the spirit rides by.
Yeah, He gave me six strings and a wild, free twirl
God made country music, then He made me a cowgirl.

Out under the stars where the coyotes pray,
I feel His mercy in the Milky Way.
When the campfire crackles, I hear His tune,
Whispering grace through a silver moon.
Every sunset’s a hymn, every dawn’s a song,
He’s been pickin’ that banjo all along.
From the first sweet note to the last amen,
He said, “Child, ride on and sing again.”

God made me a cowgirl to sing His praise,
Boots in the dust and my heart ablaze.
He gave me a voice and a wide open sky,
To raise a hallelujah when the spirit rides by.
Yeah, He gave me six strings and a wild, free twirl
God made country music, then He made me a cowgirl.

Now I ain’t perfect, but I know I’m free,
When I’m trailin’ truth through the melody.
If you hear my song and feel His light,
Then we’ll both be dancin’ in His sight.

God made me a cowgirl to sing His praise,
Boots in the dust and my heart ablaze.
He gave me a voice and a wild, free soul,
To ride with His glory wherever I go.
Yeah, He gave me six strings and a wild, free twirl
God made country music, then He made me a cowgirl.

He made country music, and He made me a cowgirl.