Oh Hallelujah! Livingston Taylor ©1975 Rear Exit Music/Taylor Made Music (ASCAP) There's a little church in the country Where all of the poor folks go. They come before dawn on Sunday With the weight of the world, why don't you know. Bad news, no shoes, years of the blues Was 'bout all that I could see. The sun came up and those church bells would ring And they'd begin to sing. Oh Hallelujah Oh Hallelujah Oh Hallelujah My Lord's been good to me. Well then I kept my distance Because it just seems to be The way that I feel 'bout others Is the way they're going to feel about me. The preacher saw me standing Sunday on Sunday, And one day he said to me, "Bring your lies, bring your sins, And you might learn to sing." Chorus (twice, with embellishments) Return to lyric index