Church Bells Blues

Oh, the church bells are ringing

The secretary's singing

The preacher's preaching

Can't you hear the sisters shouting?

Children’s in the pulpit

Mama trying to learn my song

Now that lowdown dirty deacon

Done stole my gal and gone

Yea, my older brother had 'em

My sister had 'em

My auntie had 'em

My mother dying with 'em

Woke up this morning

The family had the weary blues

Had to peep over in the corner

Poor grandmammy had 'em too

I did more for you woman

Way last winter

Laid in the forty

Man, when I scuffled through this summer

I did more for you woman

Than the good Lord had ever done

Went out town bought you good hair

And the Lord hadn’t give you none

You better stop your nap head woman

From eating my meat

Drinking my wine

Spend all my money

You better stop your girl

Buds from tickling under my chin

You're gonna run home some of these mornings

Partners where you can't get in