When you close your eyes And think of God Tell me what you see Is He in a long white cotton robe With sandals on His feet Surrounded by the angels And that hallelujah sound Somewhere up there Floating on a cloud Well there may be Some truth to that Guess one day we'll all know But while I'm here I'd like to think Heavens something like my home Out here in the fields of Arkansa Where the farmers play Maybe it's the way that I was raised When I picture God He's got dirt on His hands Sweat on His brow From working on the land Planting those seeds The ones that get us through Laying out His perfect plan For me and you Now, that kinda work ain't easy to do I bet God wears boots This heart of mine was rock hard ground Needed tilling up Took a lot of elbow grease to teach me how to love I'm still a work in a progress But I'm better than I was All because He never did to give up When I picture God He's got dirt on His hands Sweat on His brow From working on the land Planting those seeds The ones that get us through Laying out His perfect plan For me and you Now, that kinda work ain't easy to do I bet God wears boots When I'm out there in those fields I know He's with me too Trust me, friend, I've seen what His rain can do When I picture God He's got dirt on His hands Sweat on His brow From working on the land Planting those seeds The ones that get us through Laying out His perfect plan For me and you Now, that kinda work ain't easy to do I bet God wears boots And He'll slip em off the day His work is through But I bet God wears boots