Chords for The Isaacs. Is Not This The Land Of Beulah . 1992 Live In Atlanta

I love that song.
My baby daughter is going to sing a song that dates back about 200 years.
My daddy was a preacher in the mountains of Kentucky.
Mother was a wonderful Christian
woman.
_ They sang this song as long as I can remember.
I have no idea who wrote it, but
it has never been prettier [D] words written. _ _
They [A] are now with millions of others on top
of that mountain.
[D] Never another tear. _
_ _ _ _ [G#] What a glorious time it is going to be, [D] friends,
when we all get home. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] I remember Dad coming in late at night.
He would ride [D] his old mule.
_ We [D] were so poor, I have had to pick blackberries to buy my shoes.
But I had the best daddy
on earth.
_ Money ain't everything, friends.
[A] He instilled the Word of God in his children's
lives. _
[D] Even though I strayed away, I could still see Dad get happy and shout when he
sang this old song. _ _ _ _
Shouting ain't out of order, it's just out of style. _
I know down
here in Georgia and the rest of the parts of the world, to shout means to lift your
voice.
But up in Kentucky, Daddy would jump up and down.
_ So I don't care where you're
lifting your voice, or where you're jumping up and down, if the Lord's in it, God bless
your heart.
Shout on.
Listen to the words to Is Not This the Land of You. _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ On [D] the streets _ _ _ where the _ _ air is pure, _ _ _ _ laden _ with the breath of life. _ _
They are blue like [Am] _ _
[Em] the [G] _ fountains [D]
beneath the _ _ [A] air and thunder. _ _ _
I can _ see [Am] far [G] down the mountain _ _ where [D] I fall.
[A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _
Often _ _ _ [Am] hindered on [G] my journey _ by _ the [A] cold stone [D] delta breeze. _ _
Broken _ vines _ _ _ _ _ _ _
thickly spring.
[A] The _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ spirit [G] that I left _ _ [D] to the [A] name I hold [D] today. _ _
Is not _ this the land of [F#] you, _ [D] Lord?
Blessed, _ blessed _ land of light, _ where the _ _ _
[Am] hours [G] live forever _ _ _ and the [A] _
sun is [D] always bright. _
_ [E] I am dreaming _ _ [A] of a mountain _ _ where I _ [B] never would.
[E] _ _ _
_ Or a taste _ in [A] life's pure river. _
_ And [E] my song, [B] it [E] satisfies. _ _
Now there's no _ thirsting for such pleasures, _ nor a doubting _ rich name. _
_ For I've _ found a [A] greater treasure than this.
One that _ [B]
fade if [E] not away. _ _
Oh, the _ cross has won [A] this glory. _
Oft [E] I've proved [B]
this to [E] be true. _ _
When I'm _ in the way [A] so narrow, _ _ I can see [B]
a pathway [E] _ through. _
In how _ _ sweetly Jesus whispers, _ _
Take thy crown, _ _ it's not thee. _ _
For I've trod _ the way [A] before thee. _
[E] And the cross [B] _
_ _ [E] is clear. _ _
Is not _ this the land [F#] of you, Lord? _
_ Blessed, _ [E] _
blessed land of _ _ light, where the _ _ flowers [A] live forever and _ the sun [B] _ _ _ is _ always bright. _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
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