Church By The River

Sunday morning on the way to the local bar,
To get something for my headache, I got from drinking Saturday,
I passed by the little white church in the meadow by the river,
Where the saints all sing and pray.
I sat there on the barstool drinking beer and wine,
Trying to numb my mind to the sounds that kept coming my way,
Sounds from the little white church in the meadow by the river,
Where the saints all sing and pray.

I did the sinner tremble while the Devil and the good Lord wrestled for my soul.
I heard the Devil say: "I think I've got him." But the Lord said; " I've still got a hold."

Sunday morning on the way to the local bar,
To get something for my headache, I got from drinking Saturday,
Found myself in the little white church in the meadow by the river,
Where the saints all l sing and pray.
I sat there in the back pew troubled in my mind,
Chills running up my spine as that preacher kept looking my way,
Welcome to the little white church in the meadow by the river,
Where the saints all sing and pray.

I did the sinner tremble while the Devil and the good Lord wrestled for my soul,
But, when I walked down that aisle and knelt at the altar that Devil had to let me go.

Sunday Morning I never go back to the local bar
To get something for my headache 'cause I don't drink on any day,
I keep going back to the little white church in the meadow by the river
Where the saints all sing and pray.

Tag:
I keep going back to the little white church in the meadow by the river,
Where I got saved

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