Church

If there’s one thing I know its that there ain’t no gold in California.
And my back is broke from this old oxen’s yolk I’m wearing for ya
Train tracks went through the woods, filled up with foreign goods
Steam whistle in my ear, confirms my biggest fear
Our church is gonna change, the river waters rise
Across the open range, gonna hear that settler’s cry
But if there’s one thing I know, is that we dug too deep in California
When this song is unheard with South American herbs, I’m gone and stoned
We tread on hallowed ground, good Lord don’t make a sound
It’s gonna drop down in the glen, dammed up by wealthy men
The train is gonna go, it’s gonna bring that city steel
Rumbling that you can hear, from the devils crooked deal
Our church is gonna change, our church is gonna change
The flag was flying on fire, my Bible burnt to the ground
If you hook your train up on wire, you think you’re safe and sound
But the church is gonna change, across the open range
You hear the settler’s cry, the train is gonna come bring that city steel
Brother you can run, from the devil’s crooked deal
Yeah the church is gonna change