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.Don't you know that I left that chapel in the valley
For the city to be wild and drunk and free
Spent most of my time in dark ***** tonk bars
Driving fast shinny new cars like I was a fake movie star
And all the *** that would come to me
Now I'm older and  a little wiser now and time
Seems to be less plentiful than it was before
And like the prodical son in the bible
The world is no longer much fun and I have the gray hairs
And the unseen scars to prove it my friend and I 'm sorry
For all the wrong that  was done
So down on my knees crying out LORD help please
Welcome this foolish child back home