Ricky Skaggs - Little mountain church house

^DThere's a little mountain church in my th^Goughts of yesterday, Where fr^Diends and family gathered for the L^Aord, There an ol^Dd fashioned preacher taught the stra^Gight and narrow way, For what few coi^Dns the congrega^Ation could aff^Dord, Dressed in all our Sunday best, we sat on p^Gews of solid oak, And I rem^Dember how our voices filled the ^Aair, How mama s^Dounded like an angel on those h^Gigh soprano notes, And when the r^Doll is called up y^Aonder, I'll be t^Dhere.

Looking back now, that little mountain chu^Grch house, Has beco^Dme my life's corner sto^Ane, It was t^Dhere in that little mountain ch^Gurch house, I first he^Dard the word I've bas^Aed my life up^Don.

^DAt the all day Sunday singing, and d^Ginner on the ground, ^DMany were the souls that were revi^Aved, While my br^Dothers and my sisters, who've gone o^Gn to glory land, Slept in p^Deace in the ^Amaple grove ne^Darby

Looking back now, that little mountain chu^Grch house, Has beco^Dme my life's corner sto^Ane, It was t^Dhere in that little mountain ch^Gurch house, I first he^Dard the word I've bas^Aed my life up^Don.