Chicken On The Ground

There's 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 finger-lickin' good and God lived in our neighborhood
At them old campground meetin's 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 finger-lickin' good and God lived in our neighborhood
At them old campground meetin's 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 finger-lickin' good and God lived in our neighborhood
At them old campground meetin's eatin' chicken on the ground

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

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