Wake Up Sister
We all four grew up togetherin 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 Armoryor the old school house we'd go seethe Blackwood Brothers who were coming to townto 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, and 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 sellingwas Jesus and good singingin 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.
that chilly Jordan (chilly Jordan),and I want to be more and more like Jesus every day.Rock my soul in the bosom of Abrahamat 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 those songs?So many times (so many times)They've been our idols for so long.And, God, if there's an old school housein Heaven, let me besomewhere close where I can hear R.W. sing for me.
The road... the road... the road of Calvary.And, God, if there's an old school housein Heaven, let me besomewhere close where I can hear the Blackwoods sing for me.