Lyrics:
No matter where I'm at, man, I know
I got that old country soul
That boondock swag in my stroll
Rock it wherever I roll
I got that old country
I
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 were spent
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 were spent
There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to be
With my friends at the old country church
There with mother we went, and our Sundays were spent
Night
We'll have a good old country Christmas alright
A good old country Christmas that's what it's gonna be
With all the family gathered round our
Night
We'll have a good old country Christmas alright
A good old country Christmas that's what it's gonna be
With all the family gathered round our
There's a place near to me
Where I'm longing to be
With my friends at the old country church
There with mother we went
And our Sundays were spent
the fame
Strip me to my drawers
And you still gon' find the same old
Country Azz Nigga country Azz Nigga
Way before the house way before the cars
I was
Gotta change the vocal mic on the piano
I'm playing that old country waltz
In this empty hall, bouncin' off the wall
Ain't got no excuses, I
They were playing
that old country waltz
In this empty bar
echoin' off the wall.
When I first got the bad news
that you set me free,
The band played
They were playing that old country waltz
In this empty bar echoin' off the wall
When I first got the bad news that you set me free
The band played
How I long once more to be with my friends
At the old country church
There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be
With my friends at the old
age
Some guys I knew called Plant and Page
So they said come up and join us on the stage
Play that old country music so I can sing along
Not sure I'll
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 were spent
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 were spent
the same in Hollywood
Or right in my own kitchen
I believe in fussin' when you're mad
And scratchin' when you're itchin'
I'm a plain old country boy
the same in Hollywood
Or right in my own kitchen
I believe in fussin' when you're mad
And scratchin' when you're itchin'
I'm a plain old country boy
There outside her home
Oh, I'm a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son
There's a place near 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
There's a place near 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
We're homeward bound across the blue sea.
Going home.
We're homeward bound across the blue sea,
And we're come from the old country.
And away,
In the old country
we had a royal family keep it strong.
in the old country,
the kings and queens,
they always sang the songs.
There was buck
FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF. (himself)
GOOD NEWS IS ON THE WAY,
NO NEWS IS NO NEWS THEY SAY.
SOMETHINGS ARE BOUND TO GO WRONG,
SOUNDS JUST LIKE AN OLD COUNTRY
Old Country Church
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
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