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(Don Reid) We all four grew up together in a small Virginia country town And for some strange reason God only knows we got to singing around And about twice a year at the National Guard Armory Or the old school house we'd go see The Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town To sing especially for me. They always drew a crowd of young folk and old women And men with the mortgage on their homes Farmers and teachers rich men and preachers The old school house was full when they would come And we bought up every album every picture every single Their autographs were the only things free But the main thing they were selling was Jesus and good singing In that old school house where the Blackwoods sang for me. And they would sing (and they would sing) Hide me old blest Rock of Ages every day will be Sunday by and by Heavenly love inside the gates give the world a smile each day They were all peace like a river to my soul. And I wanna cross (I wanna cross) that chilly Jordan (chilly Jordan) And I wanna be more and more like Jesus every day Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham at the old country church God made a way for me that's what the good book says How many times (how many times) have we heard them sing these songs So many times (so many times) they've been our idols for so long And God if there's an old school house in heaven let me be Somewhere close where I can hear RW sing for me. The road the road the road of calvary And God if there's an old school house in heaven let me be Somewhere close where I can hear the Blackwoods sing for me... |