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[ti:Trouble in the Amen Corner]
[ar:Porter Wagoner/The Blackwood Brothers Quartet]
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[00:00.000]Trouble in the Amen Corner - Porter Wagoner/The Blackwood Brothers Quartet
[00:11.875]It was a stylish congregation you could see they'd been around
[00:16.284]And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town
[00:20.143]But over in the amen corner of that church sat brother Ira
[00:24.233]And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir
[00:28.633]His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal chords
[00:33.952]And nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the words
[00:38.192]Well at last the storm cloud burst and the church was told in vine
[00:43.181]That brother Ira must stop his singing or the choir was gonna resign
[00:48.941]So the pastor appointed a committee I think it was three or four
[00:52.971]And they got their big fine car and drove up to Ira's door
[00:58.890]They found the choir's great trouble sittin' in an old arm chair
[01:03.889]And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white hair
[01:10.009]Said York we're here dear brother with the best res approbation
[01:14.889]To discuss a little matter that affects the congregation
[01:18.959]Now it was our understanding when we bargained for the chair
[01:22.508]That they were to relieve us that is they'd do the singing for us
[01:27.978]Now we don't want no singing except what we've bought
[01:31.198]The newest tunes are all the rage the old ones stand for Nought
[01:36.538]And so we have decided are you listenin' brother ira
[01:42.416]You'll have to stop your singing it's messin' up our choir
[01:48.885]The old man raised his head a sign that he did hear
[01:52.995]And on his cheek the three men caught the glitter of a tear
[01:58.914]His feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as silky snow
[02:03.742]And he answered the committee in a voice both soft and low
[02:12.641]I've sung the songs of David nearly eighty years said he
[02:17.730]They've been my staff and comfort all along life's dreary way
[02:23.470]I'm sorry if I disturbed the choir I guess I'm doing wrong
[02:28.729]But when my heart is filled with praise I can't hold back a song
[02:35.898]I wonder if beyond the tide that's breaking at my feet
[02:39.778]In that far off heavenly temple where my master I shall meet
[02:44.917]Yes I wonder if when I try to sing the songs of god up higher
[02:49.477]I wonder if they'll kick me out up there for singing in heaven's choir
[02:56.156]A silence filled the little room the old man bowed his head
[03:01.166]The committee went on back to town but brother Ira was dead
[03:06.516]Oh the choir missed him for a while but he was soon forgot
[03:10.206]And a few church goers watched the door but the old man entered not
[03:15.164]Far away his voice is sweet and he sings his heart's desire
[03:19.834]Where there are no church committees and no fashionable choirs