Well the preacher in his church house
All reared back in his chair
But when you tell him about his duty
He'll say that he don't care

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Do you call that religion, oh no
Do you call that religion, no child no
Do you call that religion, oh no
I declare ain't that a shame

You claim that you've been converted
Why don't you stop telling lies
Quit drinkin' your beer and your whiskey
And live a more different life

Last Sunday while the preacher was a-preachin'
Lord, you all began to shout
When he asked for a little collection
You had your mouth poked out