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Chords are G C and
GWell my favorite memories are Csome of my fGirst Like a Sunday night meeting at an oDld country Gchurch Sometimes my grandparents would Ccome and take Gme To an old country church house on Dold Gaylor Creek GWe all knew our neighbors, Ceveryone there was fGriends And the preacher worked the timber Dlike all other Gmen We were baptized by water, we were Cwashed in the Gblood I don't remember much money, Dbut recall lots of Glove
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CThat church was a long time ago I'm talkin' distance and Gyears DI'm not for certain that I could even get Gthere from here CBut on nights when I'm sober Not blinded by all that I Gsee DMy mind washes up at that church on old Gaylor GCreek
So many of bar rooms, so many strangers Women, 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 That church was a long time ago I'm talkin' distance and years But 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 old Gaylor Creek My mind washes up that church at My mind washes up that church at Gaylor ]