Praying By The Rules Lyrics by Luke Bryan
Dear God, can You forgive me for this beer
And the language? Damn, I need Your help down here
I was hoping to bend your ear
I ain’t kneeled down in my Sunday best, I’m in a field
In dirty denim and I hope that ain’t a deal breaker
For my dear Savior
To help an ol’ boy out
Without a bible in his hand
Showing up just as I am
Hats on, head ain’t bowed
Ain’t got no Southern Baptist pew
And I’m as dusty as these boots
I hope it’s cool that I ain’t praying by the rules
I don’t know the ins and outs of how this whole thing goes
And I’m sure you’ve got a couple million folks, lost souls
Waiting in line with a little more important things than mine
But somehow you always find the time
To help an ol’ boy out
Without a bible in his hand
Showing up just as I am
Hats on, head ain’t bowed
Ain’t got no Southern Baptist pew
And I’m as dusty as these boots
I hope it’s cool that I ain’t praying by the rules
I guess I’ll let you go
I’ll get to the amen
But we both know I’ll be back
‘Cause I’ll need you again
To help this ol’ boy out
Without a bible in his hand
Showing up just as I am
Hats on, head ain’t bowed
Ain’t got no Southern Baptist pew
But I’m as dusty as these boots
I hope it’s cool that I ain’t praying by the rules
That I ain’t praying by the rules
That I ain’t praying by the rules
