Simple Tin Whistle Tabs

I once was a Baptist

and on each Sunday morn

I'd be in church praying

as sure as you're born.

We'd sing there like angels

in that sweet harmony

But sin and salvation

are no longer for me.

Cause now I'm a Buddhist

I chant my mantra each day

But I miss that hymn singing

in that old Gospel way.

So we’ll sing to old Buddha

and the wonders of Zen.

We'll meet in Nirvana,

yes we'll be there then.

Now my old friends don't like me
since I shaved my head
and they all talk about me
as if I were dead.
My good old Zen buddies
they think I'm ok,
But I can't get them singing
more than one note a day.
We sit here cross legged
eating brown rice and cheese
and we chant out our mantra
in four square harmony.
We don't sing of salvation
or a heavenly home.
It's Zen gospel singing,
just Om Om, sweet Om.