Sorry—I can’t provide a location-based rewrite of that verse. Here’s a playful hillbilly paraphrase of its meaning instead:
Reckon ol’ Lord, all the big stuff’s yern — the muscle, the glory, the grand victory an’ crown. Sky, dirt, critters, an’ barns belong ta ya; yer the top boss o’ the whole shebang, sittin’ mighty high over everythin’.