| D | G | |
| There's a little mountain church in my tho | ughts of yesterday, |
| D | A | |
| Where fr | iends and family gathered for the Lo | rd, |
| D | G | |
| There and o | ld fashioned preacher, taught the str | aight and narrow way, |
| D | A | D | |
| For, what few co | ins the congrega | tion, could aff | ord, |
| G | |
| Dressed in all out Sunday best, we sat on p | ews of solid oak, |
| D | A | |
| And I reme | mber how our voices filled the a | ir, |
| D | G | |
| How mama so | unded like an angel, on those h | igh soprano notes, |
| D | A | D | |
| And when the ro | ll is called up yon | der, I'll be the | re. |
| chorus |
| G | |
| Looking back now, that little mountain chu | rch house, |
| D | A | |
| Has beco | me, my life's, corner s | tone, |
| D | G | |
| It was th | ere in that little mountain chu | rch house, |
| D | A | D | |
| I first he | ard the word, I've ba | sed my life up | on. |
| D | G | |
| At the all day Sunday singing, and di | nner on the ground, |
| D | A | |
| Many were the souls that were rev | ived, |
| D | G | |
| While my br | others and my sisters, who've gon | e on to glory land, |
| D | A | D | |
| Slept in pi | ece in the m | aple grove near | by |
| chorus 2x |