Some Divine

There's a place in the south where Billy used to play
The town where he was born, he never thought he'd get away
From that old cinder block house his daddy built
It wasn't always full of love

When I think of that old country town
Where the peaches grow so sweet
I hear the old gospel songs they'd sing
And believed every word the preacher preached

Love thy father, and have no fear
Somewhere on this music, God is here
So sing your hallelujahs and "Amazing Grace"
And pray to God he'll get you from this place

That old country town's been torn down
And there's a highway running through the living room
There's nothing of their childhood to be found
And nothing more to assume

But if you stop on a Sunday afternoon
Try the peaches, they're awful sweet
And listen for the lingering tune
Of those old gospel songs they'd sing

And love thy father, have no fear
Somewhere on this music, God will hear
So sing your hallelujahs and "Amazing Grace"
Some how things will all fall into place

Born and blind, there must be some divine
Who can see you and me