Sometimes my heart gets lonesome
For those days I used to know
Way back in Oklahoma
Where the corn and the cotton grow
A picnic with the church folk
On a Sunday afternoon
With a shady tree and some harmony
Just pickin' out a gospel tune
And you know I get a...

Good ole gospel feelin'
Every time I hear
The sound of feet stompin'
And a guitar strummin'
Just hummin' in my ear
Oh, my heartstrings keep on tuggin'
'Til I have to join right in
Singin', Glory Hallelujah, Lord
I'm right back home again

My mind sure loves to wonder
To those good times way back then
Just sittin' out on the back porch
With a guitar and a friend
Just singin' songs to Jesus
'About His precious savin' love
With our voices raised in our joyful praisе
To the Father up above
And you know I gеt a...

Good ole gospel feelin'
Every time I hear
The sound of feet stompin'
And a guitar strummin'
Just hummin' in my ear
Oh, my heartstrings keep on tuggin'
'Til I have to join right in
Singin', Glory Hallelujah, Lord
I'm right back home again

Well, many years have come and gone
Since I left those folks back home
I think about them often
From all the places that I roam
Though my memories filled with faces
Names and things we used to do
You know it's most of all that I recall
All the happiness that we knew
And you know I get a...

Good ole gospel feelin'
Every time I hear
The sound of feet stompin'
And a guitar strummin'
Just hummin' in my ear
Oh, my heartstrings keep on tuggin' me
'Til I have to join right in
Singin', Glory Hallelujah, Lord
I'm right back home again