Church in the Kitchen

Well, she started her day with the Old King James and a good strong cup of coffee
 Singing rock of ages while the bacon fried, yea that's what my grandma taught me
 I remember how she bowed her head and the table became an altar
 She gave thanks for her daily bread and the blessings that the good lord brought her
 Well, there aint no church like church in the kitchen
 With the prayers and the praise and the pass the fried chicken
 No, you don't know what you've been missin
 If you've never had church like church in the kitchen
 When Sunday rolls around there aint no doubt I'll be sitting in the sanctuary
 But I tell ya if the good lord tarries
 On Monday morning when the sun comes up, I'll be passing down a family tradition
 Where both your body and your soul get fed at the church in the kitchen
 Where there aint no church like church in the kitchen
 Where we're blessed and fed loved and forgiven
 For my hungry soul it's a rescue mission
 Oh there aint no church like church in the kitchen
 Well, there aint no church like church in the kitchen
 With the prayers and the praise and the pass the fried chicken
 No, you don't know what you've been missin
 If you've never had church like church in the kitchen
 There aint no church like church in the kitchen