[Verse 1] My favorite memories are some of my first
Like a Sunday night meetin' at an old country church
Sometimes my grandparents would come and take me
To an old country church house on Gaylor Creek

[Verse 2] We all knew our neighbors, everyone there was friends
And the preacher worked the timber like all other men
We were baptized by water, we were washed in the blood
I don't remember much money but recall lots of love

[Chorus] That church was a long time ago: I'm talkin' distance and years
I'm not for certain that I could even get there from here
But on nights when I'm sober and not blinded by all that I see
My mind washes up at that church on Gaylor Creek

[Verse 3] So many barrooms, so many strangers
Women, whiskey, so many dangers
That old honky tonk highway, that's a wild horse to rope
Son, I've seen enough neon to circle the globe

[Chorus] That church was a long time ago: I'm talkin' distance and years
I'm not for certain that I could even get there from here
But on nights when I'm sober and not blinded by all that I see
My mind washes up at that church on Gaylor Creek
My mind washes up at that church on Gaylor Creek