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Billy Joe Shaver

Chicken On The Ground

 

Chicken On The Ground

(album: Gypsy Boy - 1977)


There's an old familiar hillside overlooking Emhouse, Texas
Where I left some childhood memories laying round
I can almost hear the singing, I can still remember praying
At them old campground meetings eating chicken on the ground
With them hallelujahs ringing, everybody shouting, singing

Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know
When life was finger-licking good and God lived in our neighborhood
At them old campground meetin's eating chicken on the ground

I can still remember feeling 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 slipping through my fingers and rolling on the ground

Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know
When life was finger-licking good and God lived in our neighborhood
At them old campground meetin's eating 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 paying now
For eating chicken and not listening to old Parson Brown

Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know
When life was finger-licking good and God lived in our neighborhood
At them old campground meetin's eating chicken on the ground

Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know
When life was finger-licking good and God lived in our neighborhood
At them old campground meetin's eating chicken on the ground

Give me that old time religion, Jesus loves me, this I know
When life was finger-licking good and God lived in our neighborhood
At them old campground meetin's eating chicken on the ground

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