That's Why God Made Guitars Songtext

von Brett Kissel

They can rock out all night,
At a smokey little bar downtown.
Show up around a fire on a Friday night,
And you pass 'em around.
They come across the radio,
Make you wanna roll the windows down.
When I look in your eyes
And you give me that smile,
Baby there ain't no doubt.

That's why God made guitars,
And those country songs.
A place where we can park,
A cooler for a bar,
And a hood that we can lay on.
That's why God made a six string,
So I can tell you what I really mean.
Out here in the dark,
Under this moon,
God made guitars,
So, I could get a girl like you.

If I had to tell you straight up,
The words would probably come out wrong.
I get it all mixed up,
Not saying enough,
Or going on and on and on.
See I ain't never felt,
Like this about anybody else.
Girl you know I wanna,
Tell you that I want ya,
But I gotta have some help.

That's why God made guitars,
And those country songs.
A place where we can park,
A cooler for a bar,
And a hood that we can lay on.
That's why God made a six string,
So I can tell you what I really mean.
Out here in the dark,
Under this moon,
God made guitars,

For a night like this,
And for a long slow kiss.
For a "come a little closer, baby",
Rollin' off of your lips.

That's why God made guitars,
And those country songs.
A place where we can park,
A cooler for a bar,
And a hood that we can lay on.
That's why God made a six string,
So I can tell you what I really mean.
Out here in the dark,
Under this moon,
God made guitars,
So I could get a girl like you.
So I could get a girl like you.

A little sunbeam, now I got two.
Yeah, I'm gonna fall in love with you.