Somebody stacked the wood before the sun went down
Same field, same faces, same side of town
Tommy brought his daddy's old guitar
Said he don't play much but he drove this far
Fire caught right and everybody went still
Like something was about to happen — and it will
Gravel road gospel, hands in the air
Fire and the faithful showing up out there
Don't need a church when you got this
This is all the Sunday morning that I miss
Old man Willis sitting quiet on his tailgate
Watching the fire like he's setting something straight
Girl in the back crying — nobody moved
Some things don't need fixing, just need to be proved
Fire caught right and everybody went still
Like something was about to happen — and it will
Gravel road gospel, hands in the air
Fire and the faithful showing up out there
Don't need a church when you got this
This is all the Sunday morning that I miss
Wood smoke rising like a slow amen
Every face lit up and known again
Tommy played three chords and called it done
But everybody felt the whole thing run
This is what they meant when they said holy ground
A gravel road, a fire, and that sound
Can't explain it to somebody who wasn't there
But it's why we drive back every year
Gravel road gospel, hands in the air
Fire and the faithful showing up out there
Don't need a church when you got this
This is all the Sunday morning that I miss