Dinosaur (My Version)

Dinosaur (My Version)

(my apologies to Hank Williams, Jr.)

This idea came from the fact that my wife and I actually walked out of a service this past Sunday. We tolerated the "me me, make me feel good, Jesus is my boyfriend, seven-eleven music. But we had to walk out on the most inaccurate preaching I have heard in a long long time.

Hey brother them ain’t a pair of black wing-tips

And they sure don’t look like a pair of dress shoes

And that ain’t good ole gospel hymns your’re playin

But it sure sounds more like rhythm and blues

You’re singin a song about being out in the rain*

Well changing colors makes no sense to me*

It scares me to think about just what you wanted*

Do you happen to know anything by Charles Wesley

Cause you see I’m an old fashion dinosaur

My kind of church seems to be no more

Have pity on a dinosaur

This ain’t for me

Excuse me brother

But where’s the door

It used to be I found comfort in the church of my father

We’d sit in the pews and listen to the pastor

Now and then the preachers point would hit home

Now it seems that everything is just a little faster

And you know these flashing lights sure make me dizzy

And this music is very strange to my ear

it looks like they’ve turned the building into a stage show

I’ll be leaving just as soon I find the way out of here

Cause you see I’m an old fashion dinosaur

My kind of church seems to be no more

Have pity on a dinosaur

This ain’t for me

Excuse me brother

But where’s the door

* CeCe Winans, More Than I Wanted