Gospo Feel

A vacant lot
The tent goes up
The poster shouts
You saints and you moaners come gather your kindred and go

They're filing in
They're falling out
The preacher grins
Cecil Biumphrey will lead us to Zion again

You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya'll getting real
In shanty town
You're lost, you've found
The gospo feel

The organ pumps
The thunder thumps
Of pending doom
Well Sister will sing jubilee if you're all clapping hands

The clouds descend
The flaps blow in
The preacher grins
A stranger appears at the rear and he's here and he's gone

You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya'll getting real
In shanty town
You're lost, you've found
The gospo feel

You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya'll getting real
In shanty town
You're lost, you've found
The gospo feel

In shanty town
You're lost, you've found
The gospo feel
In shanty town
You're lost, you've found
The gospo feel