Old Time Religion Songtext
von Curtis Eller’s American Circus

Get ready for the blackout, Mama
Everything that you heard is true
Sacco turned his back on Vanzetti
What makes you think I′ll keep dancing with you
It's dry wood but it don′t burn
There ain't no more money to earn
I'm gonna cast my net in that empty sea

They′re passing out the key to salvation
And you don′t need a license to shoot that gun
But if I can't be Elvis Presley
I don′t wanna be no one
I'm ready to start preaching to the converted
I wanna hang my rope from that Cadillac tree

I′m giving up my last chance
Backsliding at the church dance
I'm gonna split the congregation up
I gotta clap, clap these dirty hands


And that old time religion
That old time religion
That old time religion
Drop down and set me free
Don′t you know that it's
High enough for the mountain
And it's deep enough for the sea
But that old time religion was never good enough for me
All right!

You ain′t got no business hanging onto last year′s seeds
There's a black spot in the honey and these insects don′t breed
Lead paint, sugarcane, everything's automatic
I′m gonna build my workshop down in the basement
There ain't nothing up in the attic

I′m giving up my last chance
Breaking up this romance
I'm gonna split the congregation up
I got to clap, clap these dirty hands

That old time religion
That old time religion
That old time religion
It's just keeping me down on my knees
Well, there ain′t no marble in this garden
No roots beneath this tree
But that old time religion was never good enough
It ain′t good enough


That old time religion
That old time religion
That old time religion, hey!
Drop down and set me free
Don't you know that it′s
High enough for the mountain
And it's deep enough for the sea
But that old time religion was never
Good enough for me