Up at five and done with chores, the family piles in the pickup Meetin at the church house all the folks from miles around And packed between Mama and Daddy and all of the kids is a bushel basket Headin for an allday country singin and dinner on the ground Where theyll sing, glory hallelujah how theyll sing Ladies dab their throats and brows with handembroidered linen Cool their dampened feedsack bodices with cardboard fans Fans that advertize on one side Lanies Funeral Parlor While Jesus on the othr side out stretches nailscarrd hands And they sing, glory hallelujah how they sing Do me so, la so me do Do re me, fa ti do Do me so, la so me do Do re me, fa ti do A deacon in a white, nylon shortsleeve shirt leads the singin A book of matches in his pocket and a ball point pen Inside the cover of the matches is the deacons name and address Enrollin in a course thats offered to outstanding men And he sings, glory hallelujah how hell sing And he sings, glory hallelujah how hell sing You might also likeNow, lets turn to page threeforty in our Broadman hymnals A pinned roll banded hand prepares to strike the openin chord A small boy whispers to his mama Do puppies go to Heaven? And they lift their voices to the sky, sing praises to the Lord And theyll sing, glory hallelujah how theyll sing And theyll sing, glory hallelujah how theyll sing And theyll sing, glory hallelujah how theyll sing And theyll sing, glory hallelujah how theyll sing
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