Hank Williams - The old country church

There's a ^Dplace dear to me where I'm ^Glongin' to ^Dbe With my friends at the old country ^A7church There with ^Dmother we went, ^D/F#and our ^GSundays we ^Dspent With our friends at the ^Aold country ^Dchurch

Precious ^Dyears of memory's Oh, what ^A7joy they bring to ^Dme How I long once more to ^Gbe With my ^Dfriends at the ^A7old country ^Dchurch

As a ^Dsmall country boy, how my ^Gheart beat with ^Djoy As I knelt in the old country ^A7church And the ^Dsavior above in his ^Gwonderful ^Dlove Saved my soul at the ^A7old country ^Dchurch

Precious ^Dyears of memory's Oh, what ^A7joy they bring to ^Dme How I long once more to ^Gbe With my ^Dfriends at the ^A7old country ^Dchurch

How I ^Dwish that today all the ^Gpeople would ^Dpray As we prayed in the old country ^A7church If they'd ^Donly confess, Jesus ^Gsurely would ^Dbless As we did in the ^A7old country ^Dchurch

Precious ^Dyears of memory's Oh, what ^A7joy they bring to ^Dme How I long once more to ^Gbe With my ^Dfriends at the ^A7old country ^Dchurch

Oh, my ^Dthoughts make weak for so ^Gmany now ^Dsleep In that grave near the old country ^A7church May I ^Drest with my friends in that ^Ggrave in the ^Dend In the grave near the ^A7old country ^Dchurch

Precious ^Dyears of memory's Oh, what ^A7joy they bring to ^Dme How I long once more to ^Gbe With my ^Dfriends at the ^A7old country ^Dchurch