Old Country Church
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1. There's a place dear to me, where I'm longing to be. With my friends at the old country church. There with mother we went, and our Sundays we spent. With our friends at the old country church. Chorus Precious years, of memory. Oh what joy, they bring to me. How I long, once more to be. With my friends at the old country church. |
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