I Saw The Light In A Little Church House

[Verse 1]
I was drunk on my own pride
Sleeping in my Sunday suit
Mud on my good church shoes
Heart like a worn-out boot
Mama kept the porch light on
Said
"Boy
There's room at the table"
But I swore I'd fix it later
If I was willing
If I was able
[Chorus]
Then I saw the light in that little church house
Spilling through the crack in the door
Heard a ragged choir sing my story
Felt my knees hit that cold wood floor
I was lost in the smoke and the shadows
Now I'm walking in the morning sun
I saw the light in that little church house
And I ain't gonna run
[Verse 2]
Cards on the barroom table
Bible in the glovebox dust
Cross hangin' from the mirror
Covered up with rust
Every road sign said "Turn back"
But I pressed that pedal down
Till I hit that gravel shoulder
On the edge of that old town
[Chorus]
And I saw the light in that little church house
Lanterns swinging soft by the door
Preacher's voice cracked
Hands were shaking
But it cut me to the core
I was broke
I was tired
I was empty
Now I'm singing like the battle's won
I saw the light in that little church house
And I ain't gonna run (no more)
[Bridge]
These days my hands still tremble
When the night feels long and cold
But there's a lamp in my window
For every wandering soul
If you're stuck on the same old highway
Chasing storms and dust and smoke
There's a pew with your name on it
And a promise that never broke
[Chorus]
You can see the light in that little church house
Spilling through the crack in the door
Hear a ragged choir sing your story
Feel your knees hit that cold wood floor
You been lost in the smoke and the shadows
Come and step in the morning sun
I saw the light in that little church house
And the work's already done (hey!)
I saw the light in that little church house
And my running days are done

Laid-back acoustic country-gospel blues with bluegrass flavor; male vocals with a weary edge that grows into joyful grit. Fingerpicked guitar and rolling stand-up bass set a front-porch groove, brushed snare and train-beat kick underneath. Fiddle and mandolin weave call-and-response lines; tight three-part harmonies stack on the chorus. Energy rises each hook with extra claps and foot-stomps, ending in a jubilant, a cappella tag., blues, light