[Verse 1]
Bet he walks up slow
Hat in hand, head bowed
Scuffed-up boots from a lifetime
Of standing his ground
Bet he laughs first thing
Says, “You ain’t gonna like this part”
Then starts in on every Sunday
He sat there, broke, but gave his heart
[Chorus]
I wish I could hear
The stories Don tells God in heaven
Every sin, every scar
Turned to a punchline in your presence
“How You carried me through
All the storms I shouldn’t have survived”
Oh, to sit in the back
While he makes the angels cry and smile
[Verse 2]
He’ll talk about that Buick
That died on the county line
How a stranger stopped and fixed it
Right when he’d run out of pride
He’ll point at that old farmhouse
Say, “You remember that night it burned?”
“I was sure You’d finally quit me
But somehow the soil still turned”
[Chorus]
I wish I could hear
The stories Don tells God in heaven
How the bottle tried hard
But Your grace was more stubborn
“How You met me shaking
On that barstool bathroom floor”
Oh, to lean on the doorframe
While he thanks You for one day more
[Bridge]
He’ll say, “I didn’t pray pretty
But I prayed honest, best I could
You took a hard-headed sinner
Turned him into something good” (mmh)
[Chorus]
I wish I could hear
The stories Don tells God in heaven
Every wrong, every right
Laid out like bread on the table
“How You never let go
When I slipped right out of my own hands”
Lord, save me a chair
For the stories Don tells when I finally get there