It was the hottest day of August, all of us were down by the banks of the Paine Rock River.
I was next in line to be baptized at the innocent age of ten.
I'll never forget, I'll remember it yet, the taste of that clean pew water.
And the preacher's words still fill my head, and I hear them now and again.
He said, do you want to go to heaven? I said, yeah.
Just lead me on. Take my hand, can you feel that feeling? I said, yeah. Just lead me on.
It was the hottest night of summer, and the final high school dance was just about over.
I was old enough for the taste of love when boys turned into men.
I'll never forget, I'll remember it yet, the taste of that clean pew water.
But the preacher's words I barely heard as sweet Bonnie Lou gave in.
Do you want to go to heaven? I said, yeah. Just lead me on.
Take my hand, can you feel that feeling? I said, yeah. Just lead me on.
It was a lonely night in Augusta. She was sitting at the end of the bar when I saw her.
With a little time and a little wine, she'd be a prize to win.
I'll never forget, I'll remember it yet, the taste of that clean pew water.
But the preacher's words could not be heard as she whispered, come on in.
Do you want to go to heaven? I said, yeah. Just lead me on.
Take my hand, can you feel that feeling? I said, yeah. Just lead me on.
Do you want to go to heaven? I said, yeah. Just lead me on.
Take my hand, can you feel that feeling? I said, yeah. Just lead me on.
Yeah! Great job, Larry!