Ralph Stanley - White oak on the hill

There's a wh^Aite oak on the hill at my o^Dld clinch mountain h^Aome. That stands straight and true on that w^B7indy spur a^Elone And wh^Aen the cold wind blows it's ro^Dots they bend and m^Aoan But when the storm have passed it straightens ^Eup and goes ^Aon

^ALord let me be like that wh^Dite oak on the h^Aill And help me to live in Your al^B7mighty w^Eill He^Alp me on my journey, Lord, ^Das I travel on my o^Awn And give me the strength to straighten u^Ep and go o^An.

You kn^Aow the troubles of this life, They som^Detimes get me d^Aown And when I look for my friends, they're ^B7not always a'r^Eound Then the go^Aod Lord seems to say, "son, get ^Dup and do my ^Awill And always remember that ol' w^Ehite oak on the h^Aill."

L^Aord let me be like that w^Dhite oak on the ^Ahill and Help me to live in Your al^B7mighty w^Eill He^Alp me on my journey, Lord, ^Das I travel on my o^Awn And give me the strength to straighten ^Eup and go ^Aon. And give me the strength to straighten ^Eup and go ^Aon.