Verse 1
Sunday morning, sun hittin’ stained glass bright,
Deacon in the front row, holdin’ his hat tight,
Here comes a preacher with a fire in his eyes,
Says, “Y’all ready to meet heaven ‘fore the sermon dies?”
He opens his mouth, and words start flyin’ free,
Like a river of heaven runnin’ right through me,
Choir drops the hymn, pews start tappin’ their toes,
Even ol’ Pastor Joe can’t hide how it shows.
Pre-Chorus
Some folks whisper, “Lord, this ain’t the way,”
But the Spirit don’t care ‘bout what the rules say.
Chorus
He’s speakin’ in tongues in a Baptist church,
Boots on the floor, hats flyin’ off in the dirt,
Hands in the air, hearts runnin’ wild,
Hallelujahs shoutin’ like a holy child.
Sister May’s laughin’, Jimmy’s dancin’ free,
Even ol’ Pastor Joe can’t believe what he sees,
He’s speakin’ in tongues in a Baptist church,
And the Spirit’s got the whole town in a lurch.
Verse 2
Steel guitar cryin’, fiddle cuts like fire,
The preacher keeps rollin’ higher and higher,
Little Jimmy’s shoutin’, Sister May claps her hands,
Faith ain’t polite, it don’t follow plans.
Old-timers frown, then stomp to the beat,
Young ones hootin’, can’t sit in their seats,
The Spirit don’t whisper, He don’t sit still,
He shakes the rafters and bends the hill.
Pre-Chorus
Some folks whisper, “Lord, this ain’t the way,”
But the Spirit don’t care ‘bout what the rules say.
Chorus
He’s speakin’ in tongues in a Baptist church,
Boots on the floor, hats flyin’ off in the dirt,
Hands in the air, hearts runnin’ wild,
Hallelujahs shoutin’ like a holy child.
Sister May’s laughin’, Jimmy’s dancin’ free,
Even ol’ Pastor Joe can’t believe what he sees,
He’s speakin’ in tongues in a Baptist church,
And the Spirit’s got the whole town in a lurch.
Bridge
Some say quiet faith is the way to go,
But heaven don’t whisper—it steals the show,
Tongues on the pews, fire on the floor,
When the Spirit moves, you can’t ignore.
Chorus / Outro
He’s speakin’ in tongues in a Baptist church,
Boots on the floor, hats flyin’ off in the dirt,
Hands in the air, hearts runnin’ wild,
Hallelujahs shoutin’ like a holy child.
Mama’s laughin’, Jimmy’s on the pew,
Even ol’ Pastor Joe don’t know what to do,
He’s speakin’ in tongues in a Baptist church,
And the Spirit’s got the whole town in a lurch
