Old Time Religion

He's got old time religion

Buries his cash in a coffee can

And he makes his decisions

Down on his knees, he's a full-grown man

And he had a vision

Of a fire, it burned up all the land

You could call it superstition

You could run just as fast as you can

He took a beating

His father screamed at the top of his lungs

An Old Testament reading

"If you spare the rod, you spoil the son"

He's got scars for his bleeding

Fear of God fills everyone

You can listen to him pleading

Pleading for the holy son

Give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

It's good enough for me

He's got a King James edition

With all of the words of Christ in red

And he reads the inscription

Every night when he goes to bed

And he goes fishing

For sinnin' men like Jesus said

Got an old time conviction

Keeps the bodies in the shed

He had a woman

He took her to church every Sunday morn'

He said, "Submit to your husband"

"Submit to me" does sayeth the Lord

Well, he never saw it coming

When she tried to get away in his '34 Ford

Now a widower is strumming

On a banjo with a missing cord

Give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

It's good enough for me

Give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

It's good enough, it's good enough

It's good enough for me