You Shall (Aug. 1927 Version)

歌詞

Oh well it's our Father who art in heaven The preacher owed me ten dollars, he paid me seven Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done If I hadn't took the seven, Lord I wouldn't have gotten none Had to fight about it, but he owed me my money Oh well some folks say that a preacher wouldn't steal I caught about eleven in the watermelon field Just a‐cutting and slicing got to tearing up the vine They's eating and talking most all the time They was hungry Don't rob me preacher, my melons Oh well you see a preacher laying behind the log A hand on the trigger got his eye on the hog The hog said mmm, the gun said zip Jumped on the hog with all his grip They had pork chops, had backbone, had spareribs Now won't the good Lord set me free Now when I first went over to Memphis Tennessee I was crazy about the preachers as I could be I went out on the front porch walking about Invite the preacher over to my house He washed his face, he combed his head And next thing he want to do was slip in my bed I caught him by the head, man, kicked him out the door Don't allow my preacher at my house no more I don't like them, they'll rob you Steal your daughter, take your wife from you Eat your chickens, take your money, you see They'll rob you