Gospel Of The SouthCharles Wesley GodwinIntroVerseI Was Going Home, I Was Going To MemphisWhen I Heard A Preacher On The Pentecostal RadioAnd He Talked Like Fire And He Talked Like ThunderAnd He Talked To Me Like I'd Lost My SoulIt's Been Years And It's Been MilesI Can Feel It NowThe Gospel Of The SouthVerseI Remember Poor, In An Old FarmhouseWith A Rusted Ford Out In The BackyardAnd I Asked My Grandpa, "How Come It Never Rains?""How Come This Ground Is So Dang Hard?"He Said, "Boy, It's The Good Lord's Will"Then He Wiped His BrowWith The Gospel Of The SouthChorusAnd It Runs Through MeLike The MississippiAnd It Turns Me Like A WeathervaneAnd It Points Me Down That Gravel RoadTo A Field Of Tilted Stones That Hold My Family's NameThere's A Song Of Sweet RedemptionI Can Hear It NowThe Gospel Of The SouthVerseWell, The House Is Gone And I See A Young BoyIn A Shirt And Tie, Dressed Up For RevivalIn The Back Of My Daddy's Truck, Full Of Empty Beer CansAnd In My Momma's Hands, A Beat-Up BibleThey Laid Me Down In That Muddy WaterI Can Taste It In My MouthChorusIt Runs Through MeLike The MississippiAnd It Turns Me Like A WeathervaneAnd It Points Me Down That Gravel RoadWhere I Left My Sins In A Shallow GraveThere's A Song, Sweet RedemptionI Can Hear It NowThe Gospel Of The SouthInstrumentalChorusIt Runs Through MeLike The MississippiAnd It Turns Me Like A WeathervaneAnd It Points Me Down That Gravel RoadTo A Field Of Tilted Stones That Hold My Family's NameThere's A Song Of Sweet RedemptionI Can Hear It NowThe Gospel Of The SouthIt's The Gospel Of The South
