I needed some time away from the city
Went back to my little hometown
The little white church where I met
Jesus was weathered and falling down
The front doors were open windows were broken
The curtains all tattered and torn
You used to hear preaching
Shouting and singing
But no one worships there anymore
But I remember
How we gathered round the altar
And we prayed for one another
Till our burdens rolled away
And I remember
Those old homecoming dinners
How we made time for each other
Lord I miss those good old days
I thought of my church and our congregation
So many are strangers to me
I only see them on sunday mornings
We barely have time to speak
No more invitations no obligations
We've forgotten what the altar is for
We have great attendance
Uptown convenience
But no one worships here anymore
But I remember
How we gathered round the altar
And we prayed for one another
Till our burdens rolled away
And I remember
Those old homecoming dinners
How we made time for each other
Lord I miss those good old days
Oh lord
How I miss those good old days