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