The Blackwood Brothers By The Statler Brothers The Statler Brothers

We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town
And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
We got to singin' around
And about twice a year at the National Guard Armory
Or the old school house we'd go see
The Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town
To 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 sellin'
Was Jesus and good singin'
In 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