Lyrics Brush Arbor Meeting - Charley Pride

Some gold morning when this life is o're
I'll fly away (in the morning)
To a home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
Years ago, when I was just a boy in the Oklahoma hills
They didn't have a church in which to pray
So the people got together and they built one of their own
Just a shelter made of poles with a roof of hay

Well, it wasn't just a Baptist or a Church of the Nazarene
But people of all faiths came there to pray
And it didn't make no difference the color or the time
And lots of folks would sing till break of day

And they called it a Brush Arbor meeting
You could hear the people singing far away
Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
I can still hear them singing today
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb
Now a days the churches are so pretty and so nice
And they all have different names upon their door
I wish we all would shout and sing like we used to long ago
And come together like they did before

And they called it a Brush Arbor meeting
You could hear the people singing far away
Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
I can still hear them singing today
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It's good enough for me

And they called it a Brush Arbor meeting
You could hear the people singing far away
Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
I can still hear them singing today
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb
Now a days the churches are so pretty and so nice
And they all have different names upon their door
I wish we all would sshout and sing like we used to long ago
And come together like they did before

And they called it a Brush Arbor meeting
You could hear the people singing far away
Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
I can still hear them singing today
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It's good enough for me

And they called it a Brush Arbor meeting
You could hear the people singing far away
Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
I can still hear them singing today
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb