Tennessee Ernie Ford

I was born one morning when the sun did't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen

On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross

Oh, well, I'm tired and so weary but I must go alone Till the Lord comes and calls me, calls me away, oh

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer That calls me from a world of care And bids me at my Father's

Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and

There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight I looked out the winder and over the gate The big

I once was lost in sin but Jesus took me in And then a little light from heaven fill my soul He bathed my

Musical Introduction 1. I love to tell the story of unseen things above, Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus

Give me that old-time religion Give me that old-time religion Give me that old-time religion It's

Along about sun-up every day I grab my bucket and I'm on my way I go down the road a runnin' and a