MY CHURCH ON THAT OLD DIRT ROAD by paul guy bovee
A REAL MAN SING ABOUT REAL LIFE
Story behind the song
MY CHURCH
Lyrics
MY CHURCH ON THAT OLD DIRT ROAD
COPYWRITE 2010 PAUL GUY BOVEE
I’VE HAD ENOUGH, OF THESE MAN-MADE RELIGIONS
THEY DON’T TALK ABOUT JESUS ANYMORE
THEY GOT A BANNER FLYING HIGHER THAN THE CROSS IS
AND, SOME WON'T EVEN LET YOU IN THE DOOR
I’M GOING BACK, TO WHERE I LEARNED TO PRAY WITH MOMMA
WHERE MY KNEES, LOVE TO FEEL, THAT OLD WOOD FLOOR
WHERE THE BANNERS ONLY SAY, JESUS LOVES YOU
BACK, TO MY CHURCH, ON THAT OLD DIRT ROAD
BACK WHERE WE USED TO PILE IN DADDYS’ STATION WAGON
AND, PICK UP ALL OF MY FRIENDS,ALONG THE ROAD
BACK TO THE PLACE, I THOUGHT WAS HEAVEN EVERY SUNDAY
BACK TO MY CHURCH, ON THAT OLD DIRT ROAD
I’M GOING BACK TO WHERE, EVERYONE IS FAMILY
AND, WHERE AMAZING GRACE, IS HANGING IN THE AIR
WHERE YOU CAN STILL BE A MEMBER, OF THE JESUS CONGREGATION
BACK TO MY CHURCH, ON THAT OLD DIRT ROAD
COME, TO MY CHURCH, ON THAT OLD DIRT ROAD
