I thumbed my way through Birmingham one Sunday
Trying to find some shade from the heat.
A little church with a steeple,
Was filling up with people,
So I followed them inside and took a seat.

That preacher stood up behind the pulpit
And he loudly declared how we’d done wrong.
After brimstone and fire,
He turned to the choir
And said, “Grace will lead us now in song.”

CHORUS

And she sang “Precious Memories” and “I’ll Fly Away”
“In the Sweet By and By” brought a tear to my eye.
As I stood there that hot summer day.
Then she asked the congregation, “Are You Washed in the Blood of the Lamb?”
Jesus Loves Me, this I know from that
Amazing Grace in Birmingham.

Well, I strained my neck to see this angel
With a voice as big as the sky.
And it took me a while
She had ‘em dancing in the aisles,
Suddenly, something caught my eye.

She was standing on a soapbox near the window,
Wearing her robes of flowing white.
A little girl, just ten years old,
With an angel’s voice of gold,
Had me singing along to Hank’s “I Saw the Light.”

REPEAT CHORUS (2x, with key change)

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And when I die, hallelujah, for the time
I found Amazing Grace in Birmingham.
I found Amazing Grace in Birmingham.
I found Amazing Grace in Birmingham.