Gaylor Creek Church

My favorite memories are some of my first

Like a Sunday night meetin' at an old country church

Sometimes my grandparents, they 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 in the timber like all other men

We were baptized in water, we were washed in the blood

Don't remember much money but I recall lots of love

And that church was a long time ago, yeah 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, not blinded by all that I see

My mind washes up at that church on Gaylor Creek

So many barrooms, so many strangers

Women and 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

And that church was a long time ago, yeah 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, not blinded by all that I see

My mind washes up at that church on Gaylor Creek