Lyrics:
Affecting the upper respiratory tract
Achoo
In other words
Just from waiting around
For that little band of gold
A person can develop a cold
You can
heads, and worshiped the Lord
With their faces to the ground
When we receive the word from the Lord, our answer should be "amen"
Let the church say amen
A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
people well, oh they can't stand that
The church just a church when the word is where we stand at
Oh Lord!
Gimme that God Almighty
That good old
to endure
Affecting the upper respiratory tract.
In other words, just from waiting around for that plain little band of gold
A person can develop
heads, and worshiped the Lord
With their faces to the ground
When we receive the word from the Lord, our answer should be "amen"
Let the church say amen
A church house gin house
A school house outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Yeah she may look gritty
When her man come back she gone look so pretty
She the Church
You might see her acting crazy
Be patient with her tho
A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
I was lost in sin so long with no one to guide my way
My soul was in darkness had been for many a day
In that little community church house I heard
What is the church?
What is the church?
A community elected for eternal life and united by faith
A community elected for eternal life and united by
And the people come from miles and miles around
Just to hear that old piano and feed their faith
With the Word of God and Amazing Grace
And the church bells
God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Deeper than words, they take me to church
Bruises and burns, they make me stronger
Make me stronger, make me
A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
A church house gin house
A school house outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
A church house, gin house
School house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Oh, yeah come on
hey, hey, hey, hey
A church house gin house
A school house outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city
well
Whether you're late for church or you're stuck in jail
Hey, word's gonna get around
Everybody dies famous in a small town
Tyler and Casey
A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
It's been a summer of words
By the empty church
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
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
chirch and penetentry.
Church a church an den de penetentry never empty.
Still playing a mental trick on me. Listen!
You check you an me check me,
An'
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