Grandpa Built A Church House

Way Down In The Ozark Mountains
Where Tall Pines Proudly Stood
There’s Is a Little Country Church House
At The End Of The Path Through The Woods

Now Every Sunday Morning
Grandpa Rang The Bell
In That Little Country Church House
I Remember It So Well

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Grandpa Built A Church House
He Nailed Every Board
Oh How Grandpa Loved That Church House
Oh How Grandpa Loved The Lord

We Were Marching Toward Zion As The Family Took Their Place
When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder We’ll Be There By Gods Grace
We Would Sing The Rock Of Ages
Oh Lord I Am Thine
In That Little Country Church House
Nestled In The Pines

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Now Grandpas Life Is Over
His Work On Earth Is Done
Now He Sings Up In Heaven
To The Father And The Son

Now The Building Growing Feeble
With The Passing Of Time Oh But Now I Like To Go Back
To That Little Church In The Pines

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Now There’s A Head Stone In The Grave Yard
And It Aint Hard To Find
It’s By That Little Country Church House
Nestled In The Pines

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