It was a place where people of faith would gather in Tennessee.
It was where my great grandfather the preacher man would preach.
It’s behind the lush green trees of Smith County Tennessee.
There’s a road in Tennessee that leads to the heart of my soul.
Where the faithful walked, wearing the soles of their feet.
And where the hard beaten of the world; could find a place to retreat in Tennessee.
It was just a little white framed church that grew and grew in Tennessee.
I wonder if my great grandfather knew the roots that he left in Tennessee.
There’s a road in Tennessee that follows me…
It leads me to the gates of Heaven from Tennessee to Oklahoma, that road still follows me…