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“I Know” by The Oak Ridge Boys is a classic Southern Gospel song with a rich history. Written by Laverne Tripp, it was first recorded in 1970 by both the Blue Ridge Quartet and the Oak Ridge Boys. Interestingly, both groups’ versions reached the number one spot on the Singing News airplay chart in 1971, sharing the top position for an impressive ten months.

This unusual chart success highlights the song’s immediate appeal and the popularity of both groups at the time. While the Blue Ridge Quartet may have recorded it slightly earlier, it was The Oak Ridge Boys’ rendition that gained wider recognition and solidified the song’s place in Southern Gospel history.

“I Know” is a testament to the power of simple, yet profound lyrics that express unwavering faith. Its message of hope and assurance resonated with audiences then and continues to do so today. The song’s enduring popularity is evident in the numerous recordings by other artists over the years, further cementing its status as a beloved standard in the Southern Gospel genre.

The Oak Ridge Boys’ version, in particular, is known for its smooth harmonies and heartfelt delivery, which contributed significantly to the song’s success. It’s a classic example of their signature sound, blending traditional quartet singing with a contemporary feel. This recording not only became one of their signature songs but also helped to define the sound of Southern Gospel music in the early 1970s.

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