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Hank Williams
"The Old Country Church" lyrics

The Old Country Church

There's a place dear to me
Where I'm longing to be
With my friends
At the old country church

There with mother we went
And our Sundays we spent
With our friends
At the old country church

Precious years
Of memories
Oh, what joy
They bring to me
How I long
Once more to be
With my friends
At the old country church

As a small country boy
How my heart beat with joy
When I knelt
In that old country church

And the Saviour above
In his wonderful love
Saved my soul
At the old country church

Precious years
Of memories
Oh, what joy
They bring to me
How I long
Once more to be
With my friends
At the old country church

How I wish that today
All the people would pray
As we prayed
In that old country church

If they'd only confess
Jesus surely would bless
As He did
In the old country church

Precious years
Of memories
Oh, what joy
They bring to me
How I long
Once more to be
With my friends
At the old country church

Oh my thoughts make me weep
For so many now sleep
In their graves
Near the old country church

May I rest with my friends
In that grave in the end
In a grave
Near the old country church

Precious years
Of memories
Oh, what joy
They bring to me
How I long
Once more to be
With my friends
At the old country church