Intro: D, G, D, A7, D
(1)
D G
There's a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday
D A7
Where friends and family gathered for the Lord
D G
There an old fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way
D A7 D
For what few coins the congregation could afford
(2)
G
Dressed in all our Sunday best we sat on pews of solid oak
D A7
And I remember how our voices filled the air
D G
How momma sounded like an angel on those high soprano notes
D A7 D
When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there
D7 G
Looking back now that little mountain church house
D A7
Has become my life's corner stone
D D7 G
It was there in that little mountain church house
D A7 D
I first heard the word I've based my life upon
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