Goin' up the country (Christian version)

Goin' up the country (Christian version)

I'm going up the country,
friend, don't you want to go?
Going up the country,
friend, don't you want to go?
I'm going to a place where I've never been before

I'm going, I'm going
where the water tastes like wine
Going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water
Stay happy all the time

I'm going to leave this city,
I've been called away
I'm going to leave this city,
I've been called away
All this feudin' and fightin', Lord,
why do I need to stay?

So pack your bags, friend,
and get ready to leave today
Just exactly where,
it's kind of hard to say
But we might even leave
the good ole USA

Yes there's a brand new game
that I really want to play

Don't say no, don't end up hollerin' and cryin'
Let's go to that home
where the livin' is so fine

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Universal Music Group owns the copyright to the Canned Heat lyrics. That copyright probably extends to my amended lyrics.

I met her out in Oklahoma
Down where the old Red River flows
I vowed my love to her forever
She was my sweet, sweet Rosie Jones

We walked alone down by the river
Just as the sun was sinking low
And in her eyes I saw big trouble
Like the muddy waters down below

Her lips were soft and sweet as honey
Her hair was bright as yellow gold
Her cheeks were red as summer roses
She was my sweet, sweet Rosie Jones

And then one day a tall dark stranger
With hair as black as winter coal
Rode into town as night was falling
And there he met my Rosie Jones

I woke next morning just after sunup
To find a note from my Rosie's hand
And it read: "I'd rather die than ever hurt you
But I'm in love with that tall dark man"

So now I walk alone down by the river
Where my sweet Rosie used to stroll
And soon I'm gonna join those deep dark waters
For I can't live without Rosie Jones

Her lips were soft and sweet as honey
Her hair was bright as yellow gold
Her cheeks were red as summer roses
She was my sweet, sweet Rosie Jones