Intro | | Verse My granddaddy never went to church, he felt closer to God with his hands in the dirt Doin' hard work with the sun on his face, sweat on his brow and the wind in his hair He'd say a prayer anywhere He'd be standin' in the mittle of fresh moon field, the spirit with movin' and he just kneel And start givin' things, for God's green earth and when he came to church he'd prefer his Blue sky cathe- -dral with its white pied stip- -ple Sunrise for its stained glass windows, singin' along with that songbird hymnal Made his soul fly like an e- -go under that blue sky cathe- -dral Every now and then some folks from town, they dropped in and tried to bring 'em round Until the foe but he just smile, fix them some tea and let 'em talk a while And then maybe he's say to me Girl, some people gotta have for walls to keep to word to hear the call And that's okay and as for me, I do better underneath my Blue sky cathe- -dral with its white pied stip- -ple Sunrise for its stained glass window, singin' along with that songbird hymnal Made my soul fly like an ego under my blue sky cathe- -dral It's been years since we've been gone, we buried in upon the hill But it don't matter where I am, I feel you with still, --- under my Blue sky ca- thedral with its white pied stip- ple Sunrise for its stained glass window, singin' along with that songbirds hymnal Makes my soul fly like an e- -go under my blue sky cathe- -dral Outro |