Lyr/Chords Req: They called it a brush arbor

Subject: They called it a brush arbor meeting
From:
Date: 11 Apr 00 - 06:52 PM

this is a gospel song I believe, not sure who wrote it but would love to have words and chords if anyone has them, Thanks Bill

Subject: Lyr Add: BRUSH ARBOR MEETING
From: Ed Pellow
Date: 11 Apr 00 - 07:01 PM

Sorry for the above attempt - I should never trust the 'pre' tag

This should be better:

Brush Arbor meeting

Some gold morning when this life is o're
I'll fly away ( in the morning )
To a home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away ( I'll fly away )

Years ago, when I was just a boy in the Oklahoma hills
They didn't have a church in which to pray
So the people got together and they built one of their own
Just a shelter made of poles with a roof of hay

Well, it wasn't just a Baptist or a Church of the Nazarene
But people of all faiths came there to pray
And it didn't make no difference the color or the time
And lots of folks would sing till break of day

    And they called ti a Brush Arbor meeting
    You could hear the people singing far away
    Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
    I can still hear them singing today
    There is power, power, wonder working power
    In the precious blood of the Lamb

Now a day the churches are so pretty and so nice
And they all have different names upon their door
I wish we all would sshout and sing like we used to long ago
And come together like they did before

  * Refrain

Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It's good enough for me

  * Refrain

Subject: Lyr Add: BRUSH ARBOR MEETING
From: Bill in Alabama
Date: 11 Apr 00 - 07:12 PM

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