Get ready for the blackout,
mama
Everything that you heard
is true
Psycho turned his back on fans,
and he what?
Makes you think I'll keep a -dancin'
with you
and it's dry wood but it don't burn
an d there ain't no
more money to earn
I'm gonna cast my net in
that empty sea
an d they're passing
out the key to salvation
and you don't need a
license to shoot that gun
but if I can't be Elvis Presley
I don't want to be no one
I'm ready to start preaching
To the converted
I'm gonna hang my rope
From that Cadillac tree
Have mer cy please
I'm giving up my last chance
Back sliding at the church dance
I'm gonna split the congregation
Look like I should clap,
clap these dirty hands
And that old -time religion
That old -time religion
That old -time religion
Dropped out and set me free
Don't you know that it's high
enough on a mountain
And it's deep enough on the sea
For that old time religion
was never good enough for me
Alright!
You ain't got no business hangin'
on to last year's seeds
When there's a black
spot in the honey
and these insects don't breed
Lead paint, sugar cane,
everything's automatic
I'm gonna build my workshop
down in the basement
There ain't nothing up in the attic
I'm giving up my last chance
I'm breaking up this romance
I'm gonna split the congregation up
I got to clap, clap these dirty hands
and that old time religion,
that old time religion,
that old time religion
It's just keeping me down on my knees
Well there ain't no marble in this garden
No roots beneath this tree
But that old time religion was never
Good enough, it ain't good enough
But that old time religion
That old time religion
That old time religion
Hey, drop down and set me free
Don't you know that it's high
enough on a mountain
And it's deep enough on a sea
But that old time religion
Was never good enough for me you