Amazing Grace / 'Til the Chicken

Lyrics

[Intro: George Porter Jr. & Tori Amos] "I forgot my part, but I'm sorry you know. You'll have to forgive me. I'm not used to having all these people around me while I'm playing something as sensitive as the blues." "Oh, I don't think so." "Cool. Let's do it one more time." "Yeah." "You feel alright?" "Yeah, I wanna do the..." "You got one more in your voice?" "We should do another one first. How's your church? Did you go to church? If the angels is gonna come in we should sing the song the angels know, George, they don't know this song." "The angels'll know this one, yeah." "No, what do you know?" "I dunno... 'Drums'? What about you?" "Gimme 'Drums' on C" "Okay." Amazing Grace [Verse 1: Tori Amos] Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now I sure is found Was blind but now I see [Verse 2: Tori Amos] 'Twas grace, mother, that taught my heart to fear And grace my fears relieved How precious did ever, yes, your grace, sweet grace appear The hour I first believed [Verse 3: Tori Amos] When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining, said as his sun You say I know that grace, sweet grace has appeared And now she'll bring me home 'Til the Chicken [Intro: Tori Amos] "This is our church now, George. Ayy." [Verse 1: Tori Amos] So some say she got Green enough field And some say she got Too many strings With petticoats on And goin' hall gown [Chorus: Tori Amos] The sweetest nylon No, not where she's gone Gonna raise his tail And wrangle his wings [Verse 2: Tori Amos] Some say she got Plenty of stockings So some say she got Some Divas and Kramer Why all this spare Then shaking her tail [Chorus: Tori Amos] The sweetest nylon No, not where he's gone Gonna raise his tail And wrangle his wing Until the little chicken come home [Vocalisations: George Porter Jr.] [Chorus: Tori Amos] The sweetest nylon No not where he's gone Gonna raise his tail And wrangle his wings, I said The sweetest nylon No not where he's gone I'm gonna raise his tail And wrangle his wings Until the little chicken come home, say Until the little chicken come home [Outro: George Porter Jr.] Pass out the chicken, yow