Holy Smokes

In a small town in Alabama, just outside of Tuskegee There was a heat wave, there was a dry spell Haven't seen a drop of rain in weeks Out on back roads two young lovers went out driving after dark Flicked a cigarette out the window looking for a quiet place to park It didn't take long in the dry grass for that tiny spark to turn to flame On the front lawn of an old building Where on Sunday mornings all the townsfolk came And they said Holy Smokes The church burned down Everybody stop and stare People come from miles around Bow your heads and say a prayer All the townsfolk were brokenhearted That their beloved house of worship was all gone Some people said was the devil Some said it must have been the will of God But they decided to pull together, and donate what they could afford They would build a brand new chapel Hallelujah, Praise the Lord Holy Smokes The church burned down Everybody stop and stare People come from miles around Bow your heads and say a prayer Never knowing that they were guilty The two young lovers decided to marry The first wedding on that new altar I guess that some things are meant to be Holy Smokes The church burned down Everybody stop and stare People come from miles around Bow your heads and say a prayer Holy Smokes The church burned down Everybody stop and stare People come from miles around Bow your heads and say a prayer