Came up in a little church
Down on Sixteenth Street
The Spirit showered down on us
Everytime that we would meet
I heard Mother Morgan sang
You Must Be Born Again
Praisin' hard on summer days
Keepin' cool with funeral fans
I wanna go back
(go back to the old time way)
I wanna go back
(go back to the old time way)
Go back
(go back to the old time way)
Go back
(go back to the old time way)
That's the place I felt my roots
Sink down into the ground
A long lost buried treasure
that was hidden had been found
I can hear the syncopation
In the rhythms we would make
Tambourines & washboards
And our hands and voices raised
How I miss those old days
Things were so much simpler then
All the complications
Make me wish for way back when
Love your neighbor as yourself
Just like the good book said
Something deep inside me says
You betta go ahead
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