Old Country Church - The Oak Ridge Boys

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 were spent

With my friends at the old country church

Precious years precious years, sweet memory

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

As I knelt at the old country church

There with Jesus above in his wonderful love

Saved my soul at the old country church

How I wish that today all the people would pray

As they did at the old country church

If they’d only confess, Jesus surely would bless

As he did at the old country church