paroles de chanson Little White Church - David Phelps

Everybody in their sunday best
Took at least an hour just to get dressed

We're gazing at the blue sky
Pullen at my necktie
Dreaming bout the fishing hole and playing ball
Yeah

Standing on a wooden pew so I could see
Singin from a hymn with my family
Then it caught my eye, momma started to cry
As she sang along to I surrender all

In a little white church in the banks of a river
Outside that backroad texas town
Went there lost, but left there delivered
That red clay dirt was sacred ground
Oh oh Oooh, I heard it first,
On the banks of a river in a Texas town
In a little white country church

Listening to the church choir sing a gospel song
Smiling as the old men tried to sing along
Babies in the church, their crying during the prayer
Never has there been a sweeter place to be

Then in a little white church in the banks of a river
Outside that backroad texas town
Went there lost, but left there delivered
That red clay dirt was sacred ground
Oh oh Oooh, I heard it first,
On the banks of a river in a Texas town
In a little white country church

I still recall
Kneeling at that alter
Down on my knees, please, jesus help me

In a little white church in the banks of a river
Outside that backroad texas town
Went there lost, but left there delivered
That red clay dirt was sacred ground
Oh oh Oooh, I heard it first,
In a little white church
On the banks of a river outside that backroad Texas town
Went there lost, but left there delivered
That red clay dirt was sacred ground
On the banks of a river in a texas town
In a little white country church

From the banks of a river in a texas town,
In a little white country church