Church at Gaylor Creek
Billy Don Burns
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 bar rooms, so many strangers
Women, whiskey, so many dangers
That old honky tonk highway, that’s a wild horse you 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
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