You've been singing that same old song Far too long, far too long Say you'll buy me a shiny ring But your words don't mean a thing No more calling me
Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting. Maybe - maybe a fool for following. The God of wisdom not of love. But I'm riding with the new church. I'm riding
There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood No lovelier place in the dale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale
Man, have you ever really wondered Like why are we here? What the meanin' to all of this? Sometimes life can keep you down, with your face all in the
I'm late for church again Never seem to be on time I hear the bell as it peals through the holler Does it sound like a friend of mine A hundred eyes
Oh father...did you speak to god? Oh father...did he speak to you? In the church of saint anne Oh father...your eyes could heal the sick Yeah,heal the
Just let me ask you Hey, have you heard of my religion? It's called the Church of Hot Addiction And we believe that God has lust for everything Because
I went to church last Sunday So I could sing and pray But something quite unusual Happened on that day Now church it started right on time Just like
Peace, this is Spike Lee A.K.A. Shelton Jackson Lee A.K.A. loving husband and father Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson I'm here with De La Soul A.K.A.
Ladies and gentlemen, you already know what it is Okay, yeah, aw shit I'm tryin' to run in this motherfucker, I'm tryin' to anyways Got two hard lookin
We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time Put on your Sunday best, I'll put on mine We're gonna make it to the
Come to the church by the Wildwood Oh, come to the church in the vale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale How sweet
Written by bob welch. Well come down from your church And talk to a man Who knows that he loves you And wants to understand He knows why you cry When
Desolate loving in your eyes You used an' made my life so sweet Step out like a God found child I saw your eyes across the street Who would be the fool
Well I went to church last Sunday, so I could sing and pray But something quite unusual happened on that day The church it started right on time, just
Forget the politics And all the hypocrites You know the plot is sick From religion indecision many I could tell You think you're too young They say you
Just about a mile off-a one-oh-nine There's a little church sittin' back in the pines I promised that girl she was gonna be mine I wouldn't be surprised
Blow on you restless wind, up to your old tricks again Bear down you texas sun, you make the desserts dry and the brush fires run Splintered wood rusty
