Lyrics

I've always been a guitar-ringer
A honky-tonkin' country singer
Now I'm a Jesus praiser
I quit the neon bands
Don't write songs that glorify drinking
Don't sing songs about hearts breaking
Took back the soul the devil had taken
I'm singing praises to the Lamb

I'm gonna sing about His righteous glory
Write songs about the greatest story
Right through the enemy's territory
Til I reach that promised land
Took so long for me to see
The truth that hung from that dogwood tree
He died on the cross to set me free
I'm singing praises to the Lamb

I thought those Nashville boys were kings
And heaven had to be in Tennessee
But I've seen the heartache fame can bring
In lives I thought so grand
I've been spared through my Savior's grace
He broke those chains when He took my place
Washed me clean without a trace
I'm singing praises to the Lamb

I'm gonna sing about His righteous glory
Write songs about the greatest story
Right through the enemy's territory
Til I reach that promised land
Took so long for me to see
The truth that hung from that dogwood tree
He died on the cross to set me free
I'm singing praises to the Lamb

Written by Jerry Hubbard