Nineteen Hundred and twenty nine Men and woman are sure are dying From a drug many doctors called the flu People died everywhere in Memphis Creeping through the air What's become of the big USA It is God's mighty hand He is judging this old land North and South East and West can be seen Yes, He killed the rich and He killed the poor And He is going to kill more If you won't turn away from your shame On the land and on the sea Doctors said soon would be A few days Influenza will be controlled But God showed He was head When he sent the doctors to bed And the nurses broke down with the same It is God's mighty hand He is judging this old land North and South East and West can be seen Yes, He killed the rich and He killed the poor And He is going to kill more If you won't turn away from your shame Influenza is a disease Making weak in your knees Terrible fever everybody Do do dread Putting a pain in your bones A few days you are gone To a place in the ground called the grave It is God's mighty hand He is judging this old land North and South East and West can be seen Yes, He killed the rich and He killed the poor And He is going to kill more If you won't turn away from your shame