Chords for The Hinsons Singing "Little Store Front Church"
Tempo:
57.675 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
A
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C] [D]
[C] Daddy built the [Gm] benches [F] out of old [C] used knotted [G] pine.
[C] And though the [F] pulpit [C] didn't look like much, it served its [G] purpose fine.
There [C] was a little congregation, [F] but we gathered [C] there in praise.
In that [F] little [C] storefront [G] church where [C] we were [A] raised.
[D] Now Mama, she led the singing, [G] and all us kids, well, [D] we made up the choir.
[G] Daddy [D] did the preaching, but the [A] spirit [A] brought the fire.
[F#m] And I remember [D] there were saints around to [F#] shout, [G] and many souls were [D] being saved.
In that [G] little [D] storefront [A] church where [D] we were raised.
The [G] years of time won't dull the memories [D] of the good old days so dear.
And though the [G] altars [D] burn as firewood, gone will never [A] be the tears.
[D] And though the saints have gone before us, [G] know my mind, it [D] shall not stray.
From that [G] little [D] storefront [A] church where [D] we were raised.
From that [G] little [D] whitewash storefront church, [A] all the heads, [D] kids were raised.
[C] Daddy built the [Gm] benches [F] out of old [C] used knotted [G] pine.
[C] And though the [F] pulpit [C] didn't look like much, it served its [G] purpose fine.
There [C] was a little congregation, [F] but we gathered [C] there in praise.
In that [F] little [C] storefront [G] church where [C] we were [A] raised.
[D] Now Mama, she led the singing, [G] and all us kids, well, [D] we made up the choir.
[G] Daddy [D] did the preaching, but the [A] spirit [A] brought the fire.
[F#m] And I remember [D] there were saints around to [F#] shout, [G] and many souls were [D] being saved.
In that [G] little [D] storefront [A] church where [D] we were raised.
The [G] years of time won't dull the memories [D] of the good old days so dear.
And though the [G] altars [D] burn as firewood, gone will never [A] be the tears.
[D] And though the saints have gone before us, [G] know my mind, it [D] shall not stray.
From that [G] little [D] storefront [A] church where [D] we were raised.
From that [G] little [D] whitewash storefront church, [A] all the heads, [D] kids were raised.
Key:
D
G
C
A
F
D
G
C
[C] _ [F] _ [C] _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _
[C] Daddy built the [Gm] benches [F] out of old [C] used knotted [G] pine.
[C] And though the [F] pulpit [C] didn't look like much, it served its [G] purpose fine.
There [C] was a little congregation, [F] but we gathered [C] there in praise.
In that [F] little [C] storefront [G] church where [C] we were [A] raised.
[D] Now Mama, she led the singing, [G] and all us kids, well, [D] we made up the choir.
[G] Daddy [D] did the preaching, but the [A] spirit [A] brought the fire.
[F#m] And I remember [D] there were saints around to [F#] shout, [G] and many souls were [D] being saved.
In that [G] little [D] storefront [A] church where [D] we were raised.
The [G] years of time won't dull the memories [D] of the good old days so dear.
And though the [G] altars [D] burn as firewood, gone will never [A] be the tears.
_ [D] And though the saints have gone before us, [G] know my mind, it [D] shall not stray.
From that [G] little [D] storefront [A] church where [D] we were raised.
From that [G] little [D] whitewash storefront church, [A] all the heads, [D] kids were raised. _ _
[C] Daddy built the [Gm] benches [F] out of old [C] used knotted [G] pine.
[C] And though the [F] pulpit [C] didn't look like much, it served its [G] purpose fine.
There [C] was a little congregation, [F] but we gathered [C] there in praise.
In that [F] little [C] storefront [G] church where [C] we were [A] raised.
[D] Now Mama, she led the singing, [G] and all us kids, well, [D] we made up the choir.
[G] Daddy [D] did the preaching, but the [A] spirit [A] brought the fire.
[F#m] And I remember [D] there were saints around to [F#] shout, [G] and many souls were [D] being saved.
In that [G] little [D] storefront [A] church where [D] we were raised.
The [G] years of time won't dull the memories [D] of the good old days so dear.
And though the [G] altars [D] burn as firewood, gone will never [A] be the tears.
_ [D] And though the saints have gone before us, [G] know my mind, it [D] shall not stray.
From that [G] little [D] storefront [A] church where [D] we were raised.
From that [G] little [D] whitewash storefront church, [A] all the heads, [D] kids were raised. _ _