Church in the Kitchen

Well, she started her day with the Old King James and a good strong cup of coffee Singing rock of ages while the bacon fried, yea that's what my grandma taught me I remember how she bowed her head and the table became an altar She gave thanks for her daily bread and the blessings that the good lord brought her Well, there aint no church like church in the kitchen With the prayers and the praise and the pass the fried chicken No, you don't know what you've been missin If you've never had church like church in the kitchen When Sunday rolls around there aint no doubt I'll be sitting in the sanctuary But I tell ya if the good lord tarries On Monday morning when the sun comes up, I'll be passing down a family tradition Where both your body and your soul get fed at the church in the kitchen Where there aint no church like church in the kitchen Where we're blessed and fed loved and forgiven For my hungry soul it's a rescue mission Oh there aint no church like church in the kitchen Well, there aint no church like church in the kitchen With the prayers and the praise and the pass the fried chicken No, you don't know what you've been missin If you've never had church like church in the kitchen There aint no church like church in the kitchen