In Gueda Springs, Kansas, a stone's throw from Portland
A young Amer Stocking, kneels down to pray
He prays for his young wife, his son and his daughter
And prays for the winter to hurry and fade
On an old Country Road, the Lord spoke to Amer
Become my preacher an' I'll see your needs
And every congregation in Eastern Kansas
Has heard Amer's message and Mrs. Stocking sing
To every Country Chapel, they would drive to Sundays
Preaching the Gospel, some twice a day
His wife played piano and sounding like angels
Brought tears of salutation to old Kansas ways
On an old Country Road, the Lord spoke to Amer
Become my preacher an' I'll see your needs
And every congregation in Eastern Kansas
Has heard Amer's message and Mrs. Stocking sing
80 years a minister and miracles a million
Saving lost sinners, helping us old ones
Now at evenings he drifts off, into pleasant slumber
Sleeping in his Rocking Chair
Resting in the Lord
On an old Country Road, the Lord spoke to Amer
Become my preacher an' I'll see your needs
And every congregation in Eastern Kansas
Has heard Amer's message and Mrs. Stocking sing
On an old Country Road, the Lord spoke to Amer
Become my preacher an' I'll see your needs
And every congregation in Eastern Kansas
Has heard Amer's message and Mrs. Stocking sing
And every congregation in Eastern Kansas
Has heard Amer's message and Mrs. Stocking sing