Gaylor Creek Church

My favorite memories are some of my first
Like a Sunday night meetin' at an old country church
Sometimes my grandparents would come and take me
To an old country church house on Gaylor Creek
We all knew our neighbors, everyone there was friends
And the preacher worked the timber like all other men
We were baptized by water, we were washed in the blood
I don’t remember much money but recall lots of love
That church was a long time ago: I’m talkin' distance and years
I’m not for certain that I could even get there from here
But on nights when I’m sober and not blinded by all that I see
My mind washes up at that church on Gaylor Creek
So many barrooms, so many strangers
Women, whiskey, so many dangers
That old honky tonk highway, that’s a wild horse to rope
Son, I’ve seen enough neon to circle the globe
That church was a long time ago: I’m talkin' distance and years
I’m not for certain that I could even get there from here
But on nights when I’m sober and not blinded by all that I see
My mind washes up at that church on Gaylor Creek
My mind washes up at that church on Gaylor Creek