I once was a Baptist and on each Sunday morn
I'd be in church praying just as sure as you're born
We'd sing of salvation and our heavenly home,
But sin and salvation are no longer for me

Cause now I'm a Buddhist I chant my mantra each day
But I miss that good singing in the old Gospel way
We sing of old Buddha and the wonders of Zen
We'll meet in Nirvana, yes we'll be there then

Now my old friends don't like me since I shaved my head
and they all talk about me as if I were dead
My good old Zen buddies they think I'm ok,
But I can't get them singing more than one note a day

We sit here cross legged eating brown rice and cheese
and we chant out our mantra in four square harmony
We don't sing of salvation or a heavenly home
It's Zen gospel singing, just Om Om, sweet Om

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