[ti:Summer, Early 60's] [ar:Carter's Chord] [al:Carter's Chord] [by:活在当下] [00:01.66]Carter's Chord - Summer, Early 60's [00:24.77] [00:28.58]It' Summer, early 60s and it must be Sunday evening [00:35.26]'Cause you can smell a good revival, [00:38.91]and it's way past our bedtime [00:42.44]There are hell fire brimstone preachers, [00:45.87]there are tongues interpretations, [00:49.45]There are reasons that go deeper, [00:52.95]than the treason in our souls [00:56.30] [00:56.52]But the air is thick, and the night is warm [01:00.22]And the pew's too hard to sleep on [01:03.92]It keeps us straight, no comfort here [01:07.35]This world is not our home [01:09.90] [01:10.20]There ain't no mercy for the wicked, [01:13.58]Sing the voices from the choir [01:17.15]Tonight you soul might be required [01:21.13]In the presence of the Lord [01:25.82] [01:27.21]Momma leads us past the graveyard, [01:29.79]She knows there's ghosts we have to pass by [01:33.63]And we sure don't want to wake 'em [01:37.01]In the middle of the night [01:40.71]Up ahead we see her walking [01:43.92]She knows there's judgment 'round the corner [01:47.90]But she keeps her pace steady, [01:51.08]Got her bible in her hand [01:54.42] [01:54.69]Oh, but daddy sits at home [01:58.11]Got his boots up on the table [02:02.04]And he's watching Bonanaza as he hears the time tick by [02:08.79]He's got cigarettes and coffee [02:12.14]He's got little bean bag ashtrays [02:16.15]He's listenin' to Bonanza, but the clock has got his eye [02:22.12] [02:22.42]There ain't no mercy for the wicked, [02:25.86]Sing the voices from the choir [02:29.45]Tonight your soul might be required [02:33.44]In the presence of the Lord [02:36.99] [02:42.44]He is standing, now he's pacing [02:45.95]There's a river that runs through him [02:49.39]And he can't call back his anger [02:52.83]as he meets us at the door [02:56.44]There are questions, accusations [02:59.97]Then he strikes, just