I once was a Baptist and on each Sunday morn
Iâ??d be in church praying as sure as youâ??re born 
Weâ??d sing there like angels In that good harmony 
But sin and salvation are no longer for me 
Cuz now Iâ??m a Buddhist, chant my mantra each day 
But I miss that hymn singing In that good gospel way 
So weâ??ll sing to old Buddha and the wonders of Zen Weâ??ll 
meet in Nirvana, yes weâ??ll be there then 
My old friends donâ??t like me since I shaved my head
They all talk about me as if I were dead
My good old Zen buddies, they think Iâ??m okay 
But I canâ??t get them singing more than one note a day 
As we sit there cross legged eating brown rice and tea
We chant out our mantra in four square harmony 
We donâ??t sing of salvation or heavenly home 
Itâ??s Zen gospel singing just ohm mom sweet ohm.