When I was a boy on my Poppa’s knee
He’d sing me songs ‘bout Calvary
I loved to hear those sweet melodies
His big bass sound so pure and free

I wanna sing bass in a gospel choir
Those holy songs are my heart’s desire
That blessed Word sets my soul on fire
I wanna sing bass in a gospel choir.

In the rebel years, I had my doubts
Sewed a lotta wild oats,
Seemed like faith had run out.
But even trapped in the darkest mire
Never lost my love for that gospel choir.

I wanna sing bass in a gospel choir
Those holy songs are my heart’s desire
That blessed Word sets my soul on fire
I wanna sing bass in a gospel choir.

With age I’ve found my true voice again
I know my Lord has saved me from sin
But now he calls in a diff’rent way
Seems this earthly life, it may end someday. /p>

I wanna sing bass in the Master’s choir
Those holy songs are my heart’s desire
That blessed Word sets my soul on fire
I wanna sing bass in the Master’s choir
I wanna sing bass in the Master’s choir
I wanna sing bass in the Master’s choir.