BRUSH ARBOR MEETING

(I'll Fly Away, etc.)
Years ago when I was just a lad in the hills of Tennessee
We didn't have no church where we could pray
So the people got together and they guilt one of their own
Just a shelter made of poles with a roof of hay.

CHORUS:And they called it a brush arbor meeting
You could hear the people singing' far away--
They was praisin' the Lord, and shoutin' victory-
I can still her 'em singing there today

(There is power, power, wonder working power, in the precious blood of the Lamb)
It wasn't just the Baptist or the Church of Nazerene,
But people of all faiths came there to pray--
And it didn't make no difference the color or the creed,
And lots of folks would sing 'til break of day.

Chorus

(Give me that Old time Religion, etc.)
Nowadays the churches are so lovely and so nice,
And they all have different names upon their doors,
But I wish that we could shout and sing like we used to long ago
And come together like we did before.

(Life is like a mountain railroad, etc.)
Chorus