Ricky Skaggs

^D There's a little mountain church,
In my th ^G oughts of yesterday,
Where fr ^D iends and family gathered for the Lo ^A rd,
There's an ^D old fashioned preacher,
Taught the str ^G aight and narrow way,
(bridge)
For, what you ca ^D ll the congretat ^A ion, could affo ^D rd,
Dressed in all out Sunday best, we sat on p ^G ews of solid oak,
And I reme ^D mber how our voices filled the a ^A ir,
How mama so ^D unded like an angel, on those h ^G igh soprano notes,
And when the ro ^D ll is called up yon ^A der, I'll be the ^D re,
(chorus)
Looking back now, that little mountain chu ^G rch house,
Has bec ^D ome, my life's, corner s ^A tone,
It was th ^D ere in that little mountain ch ^G urch house,
I first he ^D ard the word, I've ba ^A sed my life u ^D pon,
(verse 2)
At the all day Sunday singing,
And dinner on the ground,
Many were the souls that were revived,
While my brothers and my sisters,
Who've gone on to glory land,
Slept in piece in the maple grove nearby,
(chorus)
Looking back now, that little mountain chu ^G rch house,
Has bec ^D ome, my life's, corner s ^A tone,
It was th ^D ere in that little mountain ch ^G urch house,
I first he ^D ard the word, I've ba ^A sed my life u ^D pon,
Looking back now, that little mountain chu ^G rch house,
Has bec ^D ome, my life's, corner s ^A tone,
It was th ^D ere in that little mountain ch ^G urch house,
I first he ^D ard the word, I've ba ^A sed my life u ^D pon,