Preachin’ Blues

Oh, I'm gonna get me a religion, I'm gonna join the Baptist Church

Oh, I'm gonna get me a religion, I'm gonna join the Baptist Church

I'm gonna be a Baptist preacher, and I sure won't have to work

Oh, I'm a-preach these blues, and I, I want everybody to shout

I want everybody to shout

I'm gonna do like a prisoner, I'm gonna roll my time on out

Oh, I went in my room, I bowed down to pray

Oh, I went in my room, I bowed down to pray

Till the blues come along, and they blowed my spirit away

Oh, I'd-a had religion, Lord, this every day

Oh, I'd-a had religion, Lord, this every day

But the womens and whiskey, well, they would not set me free

Oh, I wish I had me a heaven of my own

Hey, a heaven of my own

Till I'd give all my women a long, long, happy home

Hey, I love my baby, just like I love myself

Oh, just like I love myself

Well, if she don't have me, she won't have nobody else