Don Amero - Church - Live Sessions

Don Amero is a singer/ songwriter from Winnipeg, MB, Canada. You can see and hear more from him here: https://donamero.com https://facebook.com/donameromusic https://twitter.com/donaldamero Filmed by Red Shift Films Church - Lyrics Way out in the woods nobody there, middle of no where You might just see trees and weeds and dirt, but I call it church It aint nothing but a river a little place I float on an old john boat Might look like just a rod and reel and worms But I call it church It ain't no sunday morning It ain't no preacher preaching But out here in the quite I can hear him speaking to me Out where the wild things grow Out on this country road The sun the stars and the holy ghost I go church Some nights I sit out on the hood in my old truck and I look up and I feel like I could see the whole wide world Ya I stare at that full moon and I drink a beer and breathe in the air And I thank him for the more than I deserve And I go to church It ain't no sunday morning It ain't no preacher preaching But out here in the quite I can hear him speaking to me Out where the wild things grow Out on this country road The sun the stars and the holy ghost I go church No people no pews No steeple just blue skies I'm praying with my eyes wide open, wide open It ain't no sunday morning It ain't no preacher preaching But out here in the quite I can hear him speaking to me Out where the wild things grow Out on this country road The sun the stars and the holy ghost I go church