I woke up this mornin' Stumbled out of bed The first thing that happened to me I found myself In a remote desert church I laid down on the altar to sing I'm gonna lay down on the altar There is no better place, no better place To lay down on the altar, and sing Up from the stone The moss and the bone Arose a benevolent song I opened my mouth My hands and my heart And sang to the ceiling above I'm gonna lay down on the altar There is no better place, no better place To lay down on the altar, and sing Lay it down Give it up Lay it down And sing There are sixteen candles In the corner Patiently awaiting the light The Good Book is open To a page about the barren womb Of a women For whom singing is right I'm gonna lay down on the altar There is no better place, no better place To lay down on the altar, and sing Lay it down Give it up Lay it down And sing By the old slave block auction In a tunnel full of breeze Way down in New Orleans The winds conjured up Every slave in my heart And decided to set them free I'm gonna lay down on the altar There is no better place, no better place To lay down on the altar, and sing Aaah. . . . .And sing I woke up this morning Stumbled out of bed The first thing that happened I found myself In a remote desert church I laid down on the altar to sing