Praise the Lord (Live) BRELAND (Ft. Thomas Rhett)

[Intro: Thomas Rett & BRELAND]
Now y'all gotta sing this if you know it, alright?
If you know it, and if you don't, you gon' learn it real quick
And if you don't, you gotta dance like BRELAND does right here, alright?
Hey, hey, hey

[Chorus: BRELAND]
Praise the Lord for southern women, hemi' engines, crispy chicken
Praise the Lord for east Atlanta, Country Grammar, and my nana
Praise the Lord that I got everything I want and need and more
I might turn up on Saturday, but first thing Sunday morn'
I praise the Lord, hey

[Verse 1: BRELAND]
Praise the Lord for sister Julie, big ol' hat and tambourine
She keeps playing when we're shoutin', doesn't know that she's off beat
Praise the Lord for my bartender, turns a single into two
We went crazy out there last night, we need saving in this pew
It don't matter how you worship, sinner, saint, win or lose

[Chorus: BRELAND]
Praise the Lord for southern women, hemi' engines, crispy chicken
Praise the Lord for east Atlanta, Country Grammar, and my nana
Praise the Lord that I got everything I want and need and more
I might turn up on Saturday, but first thing Sunday morn'
I praise the Lord