Every Sunday mornin that old precher lets his sermin ring
His only daughters in the choir and I hang on every word she sings
I heard him say that blessing is the man who looks on lovely things
Well I don't know how much more blessed I could ever be

[Chorus:] Hallelujia.. I see an angel right before my eye (when the spirit moves ya)
Just gotta stand up and testify
Precher can you save me I'm inlove with your daughter
I gotta either come hell or high water

He must of caught me looking at her
'cause he started preechin brimstone and fire
He said boy ur gunna burn if you don't learn how to controll your desire
Well preecher I've been burnin since the moment I walked in
So make it short and sweet and pass a plate and say a'men

[Chorus:]

Oh lord won't you forgive me for the sin I know
I'm thinkin things I'm thinkin but it's out of my control

[Chorus:]

I can't forget her even though I know I oughta
I've gotta either come hell or high water