Alabama Mud
It was a hot and hazy July morning,
Gathered by the river with the birds all humming,
And the smell of jasmine, hanging on the breeze,
Preacher he was a preaching from a King James Bible,
When the church hall broke out in revival,
Saints and sinners, falling on their knees,
That was the day, everything changed...
I put my feet in the Alabama mud,
Waded out in the water
On the banks singing "Power in the Blood,
Wonder workin' power",
I went under, He washed me clean,
Came up shoutin', "Hallelujah I'm free",
Thank God He met me where I was,
Ankle deep in the Alabama mud.
Ever since then, He's been beside me,
Like a north star shinning, He's there to guide me,
Through the bends, the turns, the curves, of this old life,
Looking back now on the southern summer,
I'll never get over all that He put under
When he took this rebel heard and washed it white
That was the day, everything changed.
I put my feet in the Alabama mud,
Waded out in the water
On the banks singing "Power in the Blood,
Wonder workin' power",
I went under, He washed me clean,
Came up shoutin', "Hallelujah I'm free",
Thank God He met me where I was,
Ankle deep in the Alabama mud.
I put my feet in the Alabama mud,
Waded out in the water
On the banks singing "Power in the Blood,
Wonder workin' power",
I went under, He washed me clean,
Came up shoutin', "Hallelujah I'm free",
Thank God He met me where I was,
Ankle deep in the Alabama mud.
Ankle deep in the Alabama mud.