On a hill in the middle of town Sits a little white church With a little white steeple But none of the people Go there anymore And the bell still rings on Sunday And the deacon he still prays And if you listen carefully You can still hear the choir sing Amazing Grace On a hill in the middle of town Sits a little white church With a little white steeple But none of the people Go there anymore Preacher you can't save me Put your bible on the shelf Preacher you can't save me Cuz I've already saved myself On a hill in the middle of town Sits a little white church With a little white steeple But none of the people Go there anymore