Heaven and Hops

[Verse] In a honky-tonk dive, heaven's neon lights, Hymn books to the right, brews cold as ice, Old cowboy preachin', baptized in sin, Stories 'bout good ol' days, hard to begin. [Chorus] Raise 'em high, salute the sky, Whiskey prayers, never dry, God and beer, we steer this ride, Through the cornfields where saints reside. [Verse 2] Tractor hummin', long Sunday mornin', Harvestin' dreams while storm clouds warmin', Gospel beats and engine grinds, Pourin' faith from taps, leavin' worries behind. [Chorus] Raise 'em high, salute the sky, Whiskey prayers, never dry, God and beer, we steer this ride, Through the cornfields where saints reside. [Bridge] Hail Mary at the barstool, halo's full of foam, Testaments in jukebox reel, findin' our way home, Heaven’s recipe in each pint we pour, Hops and holy spirit, can't ask for more. [Verse 3] Church bells ringin', toast to the brim, In these wide-open fields, shadows grow thin, Preacher with a banjo, strummin' truth, Findin' grace in suds, retracin' youth.