Sunday Goin' to Meetin' Clothes
Oh! Praise the Lord for my Sunday goin'-to-meetin' clothes
I've got only one suit.
I was finally able to get shoes big enough for my feet
that now have taken root.

Satan had me down a long time to keep me
from getting new clothes for church.
I like to sit in the front row
so the preacher for my face won't have to search.


I'm just a country boy who knows that God is my master
and that Jesus is my Savior and friend.
Oh! Praise the Lord for my spirit
that will never end!

Jesus, I've got my Sunday-goin'-to-meetin' clothes,
I'm ready to hear the Holy Ghost through the preacher.
You know that if we all went to church
we would have God as our teacher.

Well, I've got to go for right now
gotta walk the miles back home this worship day.
And if You are ever in my neck-of-the-woods
drop by and say, "Hey!"
                                                                    
written 7/20/05
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