Lyrics

On The 8th Day God Created Country
by Dave Undis

VERSE
God created the heavens and the earth, and he saw that it was good.
On the seventh day he rested, and threw a party for the neighborhood.
The heavenly host blew their trumpets, the choir of angels sang.
As he listened God couldn't help but think they sure could use a little twang.
...and on the 8th day God created country.

CHORUS
On the 8th day God created country. It's some of his very best work.
It's the finest kind of music anyone's ever heard.
Six days to make the whole universe, one day to add that sound.
On the 8th day God created country. It's the sweetest sound around.

VERSE
God took apart one of the pearly gates, and he made a steel guitar.
He made a mandolin and a banjo from the heart of a shooting star.
He used lightning to fashion a fiddle, and thunder to build a bass.
He turned some halos into a drum kit, sat down and started banging away.

CHORUS
On the 8th day God created country. It's some of his very best work.
It's the finest kind of music anyone's ever heard.
Six days to make the whole universe, one day to add that sound.
On the 8th day God created country. It's the sweetest sound around.

BRIDGE
Satan wouldn't play along
So he was banished down below.
As he left, he said you'll be hearing from me.
I'm inventing rock and roll.

CHORUS
On the 8th day God created country. It's some of his very best work.
It's the finest kind of music anyone's ever heard.
Six days to make the whole universe, one day to add that sound.
On the 8th day God created country. It's the sweetest sound around.