| I was on my way to church one Sunday
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| I heard my neighbor say
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| That other church across the street
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| Well, it don’t belong today
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| Why, they scream and shout and they carry on
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| Like the world was gonna end
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| And I watched him stand in silence
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| As the sermon began
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| Well, it was my neighbor
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| Who stood and listened
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| While the power of God
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| Filled the hearts of everyone
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| Yes, it was my neighbor
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| Who kneeled and prayed
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| Well, it was my neighbor
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| That shouted louder than anyone
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| Well, I stood there and listened
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| I could not turn away
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| Everybody in the neighborhood
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| All came in to pray
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| I won’t forget that Sunday
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| When God filled the neighborhood
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| It might have been a little old fashioned
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| But it done us all some good
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| Well, it was me and my neighbor
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| Who stood and listened
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| While the power of god
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| Filled the hearts of everyone
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| Yes, it was me and my neighbor
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| That kneeled and prayed
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| Well, it was me and my neighbor
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| That shouted louder than anyone
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| Give me that old time religion;
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| Give me that old time religion
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| Give me that old time religion
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| Its good enough for me
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| Give me that old time religion;
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| Give me that old time religion
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| Give me that old time religion
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| Oh, its good enough for me
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| Give me that old time religion;
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| Give me that old time religion
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| Give me that old time religion;
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| Give me that old time religion… |