This old man and me, we're at the barn, we're having us some beers and swapping, I don't care. Talking politics, blind and red-haired chicks, old dogs and new tricks and habits we ain't kicked. We talked about God's grace and all the hell we raised, and then I heard the old man say, he said, God is great, and beer is good, and people are crazy. He said, I fought two wars, I've been married and divorced, what brings you to Ohio? He said, damn if I know, we talked ten hours or two, about every girl we knew, what I would put on through, like two old boys would do, we pondered life and death, we lit a cigarette, He said, these damn things will kill me, yeah, he said, God is great, and beer is good, and people are crazy. Last call was two a.m., we said goodbye to him, we never talked to him again, and then one sunny day, I saw the old man's face, from paid obituary, he was a millionaire, he left his fortune too, some guy he barely knew, his kids were mad as hell, hey to me, I'm doing well, and I dropped by his day, to say thanks, pray, and I lit the six pack, I lit two right there on his grave, and then I sang, God is great, and beer is good, and people are crazy. We sang, God is great, and beer is good, and people are crazy. We sang, God is great, and beer is good, and people are crazy.