Old Country Church (Joyful Noise Version) - Tyler Childers

There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church There with mother, we went, and our Sundays were spent With my friends at the old country church Precious years of memories Oh, what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country church As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy When I knelt in the old country church And the Savior above, by His wonderful love Saved my soul in the old country church Precious years of memories Oh, what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country church How I wish that today all the people would pray As they prayed in the old country church If they'd only confess, Jesus surely would bless As He did in the old country church Precious years of memories Oh, what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country church Precious years of memories Oh, what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country church With my friends at the old country church

And a one, a two A one, two, three Sing a song to the Lord, go on and lift your voice Sing a song to the Lord, and make a joyful noise Sing a song to the Lord, go on and lift your voice La la la, la la, and make a joyful noise La la la, la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la And make a joyful noise Sing a song to the Lord, go on and clap your hands Sing a song to the Lord, go stomp your feet and dance Sing a song to the Lord, go on and clap your hands La la la, la la, go stomp your feet and dance La la la, la laa La la la, la la la la La la la, la laa Go stomp your feet and dance Clap your hands and stomp your feet God made the whole world to sing He fills our hearts with all His love So we can lift our voices up Sing a song to the Lord, go shake your tambourine Sing a song to the Lord, and let your voices ring Sing a song to the Lord, go shake your tambourine La la la, la la, and let your voices ring Clap your hands and stomp your feet God made the whole world to sing He fills our hearts with all His love So we can lift our voices up Tell 'em all about it, boys Sing a song to the Lord, go on and lift your voice Sing a song to the Lord, and make a joyful noise Sing a song to the Lord, go on and lift your voice La la la, la la, and make a joyful noise La la la, la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la And make a joyful noise La la la, la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la And make a joyful noise La la la, la la la la And make a joyful noise

Oh, I'd like to go back to that old country church to hear the songs of praise (songs of praise) How the people would sing, it would make the rafters ring at that old, at that old country church Shall we gather at the river, the beautiful, the beautiful river Gather with the saints at the river that flows from the throne of God Oh, I'll never forget at that old country church How the glory of the Lord came down And the children would smile as they shouted down the aisle Of that old, of that old country church In the sweet bye and bye we shall meet on that beautiful shore In the sweet bye and bye we shall meet on that beautiful shore Then on Sunday I'd see all my friends dear to me At that old (at that old) country church (country church) When we'd kneel down to pray'r Everybody would be there at that old (at that old) country church Leaning (leaning) leaning (I'm leaning) Safe and secure from all alarm Leaning (leaning, leaning) leaning (I'm leaning) Leaning on the everlasting arm Now the years have gone by and so many have died At that old country church (country church) But they're on the other shore where they'll sing forever more As they did at that old country church I'm redeemed (oh, I'm redeemed) by Love Divine (by Love Divine) Oh, glory, glory (Christ is mine) Christ is mine (Christ is mine) Oh, to Him (oh, to him) I now resign (I now resign) (I have been) I have been redeemed I'm redeemed (oh, I'm redeemed) by Love Divine (by Love Divine) Oh, glory, glory (Hallelujah) Christ is mine (He is mine) Oh, to Him (oh, to him) I now resign (I now resign) (I have been) I have been redeemed At that old country church I'm redeemed (oh, I'm redeemed) by Love Divine (by Love Divine) Oh, glory, glory (Christ is mine) Christ is mine (Christ is mine) Oh, to Him (oh, to him) I now resign (I now resign) (I have been) I have been redeemed I'm redeemed (oh, I'm redeemed) by Love Divine (by Love Divine) Oh, glory, glory (Christ is mine) Christ is mine (Christ is mine) Oh, to Him (oh, to him) I now resign (I now resign) (I have been) I have been redeemed! At that old country church

Use every crayon, color that you've got A fishing pole sinks faster than a tackle box Nothing turns a day around like licking a mixing bowl I learned that from a three year old A garbage can is a damn good spot to hide truck keys Why go inside when you can go behind a tree? Walking barefoot through the mud, will knock the rust right off your soul I learned that from a three year old You can be a cowboy on the moon Dig to China with a spoon Talk to Jesus on the phone Say "I love you" all day long And when you're wrong, you should just say so I learned that from a three year old "Mama is an angel," I heard him tell the man upstairs He went on and on and back and forth like God was laying there Tonight, "I sleep me down to lay and pray to keep my soul" Yeah, I learned that from a three year old You can be a cowboy on the moon Dig to China with a spoon Talk to Jesus on the phone Say "I love you" all day long And when you're wrong, you should just say so I learned that from a three year old Sometimes, all you need is a hand to hold Couple arms to kill the cold And when you're wrong, you should just say so I learned that from a three year old Yeah, honey, I learned that from our three year old

In a small corner bar he sits there a'drinkin' Lost as a ball in a field full of corn Further away than he ever imagined That he'd ever end up from the place he was born Now no more forlorn has a Creeker drank whiskey Than the one that you see out the side of your eye Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window At all of the strangers on the corner outside And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces And he knew not the how nor the reason for why You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a'livin' In a place where a friend was such a hard thing to find And for e'ryone ya meet there's a whole mess of people Tryin' like hell to pull you on down To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin' In the mess that they've made in the gutter they found And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm Some fellas get by on practically nothin' Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When they were all kids, Lord they'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down

Works the nightshift at the depot With a pistol and a light And he guards them rustin' missiles Countin' whitetail to pass the time And he's worked there for a long while Since he came home from overseas Helping Kilcorn, fight the good fight And bring Baghdad to it's knees And it was hotter than the mountain But it weren't so ya couldn't stand And it weren't so much the heatwave Nearly as much as all the sand Now his daddy he's a log man With a good leg and fake That he got off of a buddy And a shit shot that he made And he worked them hands to splinters And he raised them youngins right On a little bit of scripture And an acreage of paradise And he'd go out on a weekend And he'd play like Clarence White If Clarence had a real job And picked the guitar when there was time Keeps a trap line in the winter Keeps a line wet in the spring On a lock wall fishin' muskie With his eldest and Steve And they swapped tales about their raisin' And they tell the awfullest lies And they go home when they've a notion And the muskie quit to bitin'

Will you pray for me When the roots of the oak And my ribcage are braidin' If I can think Lord knows that I will fondly pray for you High on the hill where the fox horns blow And down in the grave where they lay me low Catholic girl, pray for me You're my only hope for Heaven When I's a boy I'd drink and love and smoke and snort my fill But all the while I kept in mind the Lord's redeeming grace High on the hill where the fox horns blow And down in the city where the heathens go Catholic girl, pray for me You're my only hope for Heaven Do you reckon He lets free will boys Mope around in purgatory? I know that Hell Is just as real as I am surely breathin' But I've heard tale Of a middle ground I think will work for me When the time has come for changin' worlds I'll hedge my bets with a Catholic girl Catholic girl, pray for me You're my only hope for Heaven