Doyle Lawson & Quicksilver Follow

Where friends and family gathered for the Lord
Where an ol' fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way
For what few coins, the congregation could afford

Dressed in all our Sunday best, we sat on pews of solid oak
And I remember how our voices filled the air
How mama sounded like an angel on those high soprano notes
When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there

Looking back now that little mountain church house
Has become my life's cornerstone
It was there, in that little mountain church house
I first heard the words, I based my life upon

At the all day, Sunday singing, with dinner on the ground
Many were the souls that were revived
While the bothers and the sisters who've gone on to Gloryland
Slept in peace in the maple grove nearby

Looking back now that little mountain church house
Has become my life's cornerstone
It was there in that little mountain church house
I first heard the words I based my life upon

Looking back now that little mountain church house
Has become my life's cornerstone

It was there in that little mountain church house
I first heard the words, I based my life upon
I first heard the words, I based my life upon
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Where friends and family gathered for the Lord
Where an ol' fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way