Plowing Lyrics

Yo, Waterwalk is in the build

I'm gonna tell you a story now

About a man

Called Shouting John

John John

A dead church

They didn't believe in dancing

They didn't believe in speaking in other tongues

But all of a sudden, demoted

They opened the doors of that old dead church

John John

That old dead church

When John joined

That old dead church

He came in

Dancing all around the church

They tried to hold his legs, his hands were gone

When they turned, their hands were loose

Their feet were going

It's just like fire

It's just like fire

It's just like fire

Shut up in my bones

They did everything they could

To stop old John

When they could not stop him

They made up in their mind

We gotta go out to John's house y'all

But doesn't he know

We don't act like that in our church

Doesn't John know

They've got dignified people

And they're in our church

We're going

We're going to John's house

When

Come on down here y'all

When they got out there

Come, come, come

They come

Just a 90 year old man

Him

And an old Peter Pugh

Flower

Flower

Flower

Flower

Hold it

Hold it

Hold it

Hold it

Finding the feelings

Take trouble

All the big shot geekers

Got out of their fine cars

They had a Lexus

Mercedes

Jaguar

When a little deacon there even had

A little Volkswagen

But they got out of their fine cars

When John looked around

And saw him coming

He looked at that old Peter Pugh

He said

You

John turned around and said

I know why you come out here

You come out here to tell me

That I've been dancing too much

You come out here to tell me

That I've been praising the Lord too much

But what you don't know

Is that the Lord's been good to me

Has he been good to you

Has the Lord been good to you

And you

One of the deacons walked over to him

Said John

If you don't sit down

And be quiet

We're going to put you out of our church

Somebody say yes

Somebody say yes

Will you clap your hands

Tell God yes

Tell God yes

Tell God yes

John said

Well

Put me out

I cannot hold my peace no longer

Did you see all of that land

That you all just drove in on

He said God gave me all of that land

You don't want to let me praise the Lord

In your church

I want you to bend over and look

Come on bend down

He said I'm still able

To harvest my own crop

Stay right there

I'm still able

To walk down the avenue

He said not only that

But look at him

Look

Look

I got beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes

Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs

Chicken, turkeys, rats

You name it

When I was sick he healed me

When I was put out door

He put a roof over my head

Haven't got anything to praise him for tonight

John said

Since I can't shout in your church

I got something I want you to do for me

I want you to

I want you to

I want you to

Hold my

Hold my

Hold my

Hold my view

Hold my view

Hold my view

You know I feel like Oshan John

I feel like praising him now

Is there anybody that's got a praise

On your lips

Is there anybody got a praise

In your heart

Will you help me sing