I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
For the blessed peace of mind that came to me that day
As I sank my toes into that cool East Texas mud
Along with the Buffalo Nickel, I forgot to leave at home
Raised to walk in the ways of light and truth
And it was down with the old man, up with the new
And my sins, which were many were washed away and gone
And I long to feel that water rushing over me again
This road is long and dusty, sometimes the soul, it must be cleansed
Daddy in his good hat and mama in her Sunday dress
I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound
It was down with the old man, up with the new
There was glory in the air, there was dinner on the ground
That seemed like such a small, small price to pay
Watched with pride as I stood there, in the water up to my chest
Raised to walk in the ways of light and truth
But, I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
But, I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood
