by Guest » Fri Oct 08, 2010 8:14 am
OLD TIME RELIGION, COUNTRY STYLE
It was in a country church where we heard the angels sing,
Though we didn't have a choir, we made the rafters ring.
Folks would walk a country mile just to hear the spoken Word,
And lift their happy voices, singing praises to the Lord.
Chorus:
Give me that old time religion, done in country style.
Give me that old time religion and I'll linger a while.
Just to hear hosannas ring, singing praises to the King,
Give me that old time religion, done in country style.
I remember my mama and daddy kneeling there in prayer.
No matter how heavy the burden, they always left it there.
And we felt a little closer as we heard the spoken Word.
Then we'd lift our happy voices, singing praises to the Lord.
OLD TIME RELIGION, COUNTRY STYLE
It was in a country church where we heard the angels sing,
Though we didn't have a choir, we made the rafters ring.
Folks would walk a country mile just to hear the spoken Word,
And lift their happy voices, singing praises to the Lord.
Chorus:
Give me that old time religion, done in country style.
Give me that old time religion and I'll linger a while.
Just to hear hosannas ring, singing praises to the King,
Give me that old time religion, done in country style.
I remember my mama and daddy kneeling there in prayer.
No matter how heavy the burden, they always left it there.
And we felt a little closer as we heard the spoken Word.
Then we'd lift our happy voices, singing praises to the Lord.