Trouble In The Amen Corner chords and lyrics - JIM REEVES

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
It was [D]a stylish congregation
you could see they'd [G]been around[D]
[G]And they had the [D]biggest pipe
organ of any church in town
[G]But ove[D]r in the Amen Corner of
that church sat Brother Ayer
And he insisted [A]every Sunday
on [D]singing in the choir
His voice [A]was cracked and broken age
had touched his vocal chords
And nearly every [D]Sunday he'd
get behind and miss the words
Well the choir got [A]so flustered
the church was told in fine
That Brother Ayer must stop his singing
or the choir [D]was going to resign
So the pastor appointed a committee
I think it was three or four
And they got [G]in their big fine cars
[D]and drove up to Ayer's door
They find the choir's great trouble
sittin' there in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams
lay upon his snow white hair
Said York we're here dear Brother
with [G]the vestries approbation
To [D]discuss a little matter that
affects the congrega[G]tion
Now it seems that your [D]voice
has interfered with the choir
So if you'll just lay out are you
listening Brother Ayer
[A]The old man [D]raised his head
a sign that he had hear
And on his cheek the [A]three men caught
the glitter of a tear
His feeble hands pushed back
the locks as white [D]as silky snow
And he answered the committee
in a voice both soft and [A]low
I wonder if beyond the tide
[D]that's breaking at my feet
In that far off heavenly temple where
my Master and I shall [G]meet
Yes [D]I wonder if when I try to sing
the song of God up higher
[G]I w[D]onder if they'll kick me out
of there for singing in [A]heaven's [D]choir
A silence filled the little room
and the old man [A]bowed his head
The committee went on back to town
but Brother Ayer was dead
[D]The choir missed him for awhile
but he was soon forgotten
A few church goers [A]watched the door
but the old man entered [D]not
Far away his voice is sweet and
he sings his heart desire
[G]Where are there no [D]church committees
and no fashionable choirs
Let [G]me [D]hide [A]my [D]self [A]in [D]Thee