Country Church Memories

[Break] [Instrumental Buildup] [Break] [Hook] [Verse 1] On a Sunday morning, as the sun would rise, We'd gather at the chapel, 'neath the open skies. With the old wooden pews and the hymns we’d sing, Country church memories, oh, the joy they'd bring. [Chorus] Country church memories, where our hearts found peace, In the warmth of the love and the sweet release. With the preacher's words and the choir’s sweet sound, In that little country church, we were Heaven bound. [Verse 2] Mama in her Sunday dress, Daddy by her side, Holding hands and singing praises, eyes open wide. We'd share the bread and wine, feel the Spirit move, In that simple, sacred place, our faith would prove. [Chorus] Country church memories, where our hearts found peace, In the warmth of the love and the sweet release. With the preacher's words and the choir’s sweet sound, In that little country church, we were Heaven bound. [Break] [Instrumental Buildup] [Break] [Hook] [Break] [Instrumental Buildup] [Break] [Hook]