There's a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday 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 and
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