We all four grew up together
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in a small Virginia country town.
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And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
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we got to singin' around.
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And about twice a year at the National Guard Armory
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or the old school house we'd go see
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the Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town
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to sing especially for me.
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They always drew a crowd of young folk and old women,
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and men with the mortgage on their homes.
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Farmers and teachers, rich men and preachers...
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the old school house was full, and they would come.
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And we bought up every album, every picture, every single;
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their autographs were the only things free.
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But the main thing they were sellin'
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was Jesus and good singin'
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in that old school house where the Blackwoods sang for me.
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And they would sing (and they would sing)
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"Hide me, old blest Rock of Ages";
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every day will be Sunday by and by.
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Heavenly love inside the gates,
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give the world a smile each day.
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They were all peace like a river to my soul.
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And I want to cross (I want to cross)
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that chilly Jordan (chilly Jordan),
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and I want to be more and more like Jesus every day.
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Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
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at the old country church.
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"God made a way for me.", that's what the good book says.
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How many times (how many times)
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have we heard them sing those songs?
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So many times (so many times)
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They've been our idols for so long.
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And, God, if there's an old school house
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in Heaven, let me be
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somewhere close where I can hear R.W. sing for me.
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The road... the road... the road of Calvary.
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And, God, if there's an old school house
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in Heaven, let me be
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somewhere close where I can hear the Blackwoods sing for me.
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Blackwood Brothers By The Statler Brothers
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| The Statler Brothers |
