God spent six days working hard Making mountains, sun, and stars Hung the moon up in the sky But he still wasn't satisfied Made the waters, made the heavens blue Made all the flowers, and critters too Looked around at what he'd done Said, "Well, ain't that something, son!" Made the birds to sing so sweet The wind whistling through the trees Started tapping his feet Something still wasn't right The tapping turned into a beat.... He knew he needed music for Saturday night! He made a fiddle and a banjo too Said, "Let's see what these things can do" Strummed a guitar, heard that first chord And he gave country to the world God made country on the seventh day Six days working, then He needed rest Sat back smiling at the world he'd made Out of all those things, country music was the best He taught the thunder how to pound Put some rhythm in the falling rain And man hearing that new sound Well, he started to sing He sang about the beauty Of everything he could see The birds joined in too The lord listened and was pleased Then handed man a violin To cry along with misery God made country on the seventh day Six days working, then He needed rest Sat back smiling at the world He'd made Out of all those things, country music was the best Some folks say He rested And I reckon that's the truth But nobody said He couldn't Have a little fun up there too If you hear a melody whispering in your ear But don't see any band near... Just know somewhere up above The Good Lord's listening to the music He loves God made country on the seventh day Six days working, then He needed rest Sat back smiling at the world He'd made Out of all those things, country music was the best
