Well, you ask me if I'm happy,
And if I'm worried about tomorrow,
My journey's in, but I'm satisfied
With my Jesus, when he knocks
I'll let him in, and I'll go with him
Through the valley, cause I know
No trouble will ever get me down
But when my eyes are closed in death
With my Jesus I'll be at rest
Then you'll know, I'm satisfied
I've got that old -time religion
Got that old -time religion
That is why, Lord, I'm satisfied
If my friends all forsake me
And they turn me from their door
If they sow no seeds of kindness
And make the thorns in my path grow
Well, it won't matter over yonder
Lord, when I reach that other side
No trouble will ever get me down
When my eyes are closed in death
I'll be at rest, then you'll know, know
I'm not that old -time religion,
not that old -time religion