He Found God That Way

Mama use to drag him, |By the collar through the front door,|That little country backroad Baptist Church,|Kicking and a screaming,|While getting his believing,|Sitting in a pew right next to her.||All that brimstone perching,|Went in one ear and out the other,|But something good got stuck along the way. ||Cause he heard hallelujah on that train,|Headed off to war alone in some strange place,|In a living hell he sang amazing grace,|With his buddies in the mud and the blood he learned to pray,|He found God that way. ||Now he came back to grandma,|A better man than he was,|The day he left to fight that damned old war,|At least that's what he told me, |One summer turning wrenches, |Working on that massy 44.||And we would talk for hours ,|About heaven and the angels, |About how church ain't the only place to find the lord.||Cause he heard hallelujah on that train,|Headed off to war alone in some strange place,|In a living hell he sang amazing grace,|With his buddies in the mud and the blood he learned to pray,|He found God that way. ||And he heard hallelujah on that train,|Headed off to war alone in some strange place,|In a living hell he sang amazing grace,|With his buddies in the mud and the blood he learned to pray,||And he heard hallelujah on that train, |Headed off to war alone in some strange place,|In a living hell he sang amazing grace,|With his buddies in the mud and the blood he learned to pray,|He found God that way. | |He found God that way, |He found God that way, |He found God that way, |(Mama use to drag him, by the collar through the front door),|He found God that way,|(Kicking and a screaming, while getting his believing).|||||||