Theres an old familiar hillside overlooking Emhouse, Texas Where I left some childhood memories layin round I can almost hear the singing, i can still remember praying At them old campground meetings eatin chicken on the ground With them hallelujahs ringin, everybody shoutin, singin Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know When life was fingerlickin good and God lived in our neighborhood At them old campground meetins eatin chicken on the ground I can still remember feelin all that happiness inside me When I praised the Lord and laid my burdens down But that chicken must have tasted better than the word of God Cause it went slippin through my fingers and rollin on the ground Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know When life was fingerlickin good and God lived in our neighborhood At them old campground meetins eatin chicken on the ground I reckon everyone of us can call back or remember When the taste and smell of youth was all around And I reckon in our own way everyone of us is payin now For eatin chicken and not listenin to old Parson Brown Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know When life was fingerlickin good and God lived in our neighborhood At them old campground meetins eatin chicken on the ground Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know When life was fingerlickin good and God lived in our neighborhood At them old campground meetins eatin chicken on the ground Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know When life was fingerlickin good and God lived in our neighborhood At them old campground meetins eatin chicken on the ground
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