i'm thinking about that old chapel in the valley attended so long ago .where sunday church bells would ring and my teenage baritone would sing sweet songs that memory used to know.left that little chapel in the valley for the city to be wild and free spent so much time in many dark ***** tonk bars and fast shinny cars like a fake movie star than a slow wicked change took over me.now i'm older and a little bit wiser seem to be running out of time like the prodical son no longer find the the world much fun down on my knees crying out lord help this man please welcome me back home.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
i'm thinking about that old chapel in the valley attended so long ago .where sunday church bells would ring and my teenage baritone would sing sweet songs that memory used to know.left that little chapel in the valley for the city to be wild and free spent so much time in many dark ***** tonk bars and fast shinny cars like a fake movie star than a slow wicked change took over me.now i'm older and a little bit wiser seem to be running out of time like the prodical son no longer find the the world much fun down on my knees crying out lord help this man please welcome me back home.