  Parson Johnson at his church on a New Year’s Eve Made a resolution he had up his sleeve, He knew the congregation had some inside information, But from where cometh he never knew, So the bells begin to ring and the whistles begin to blow Everybody kneeled in prayer, but Parson walked the flo. Chorus Said, Lord! remove those evil spirits, that’s concealed in my trunk, In which so often I bathe my soul, but never was I drunk. Deliver me along a different path and close mine eyes even to an empty flask. And if temptation greets me along my way May Thee never let bad thoughts upon my conscience play. Parson in his sermon, done oh! very well, He spoke of hypocrites, backsliders and infidels, He mentioned of St. Peter, who is writing the deeds we do And said when sliding back is untrue. He preached until his mind was a little overtaxed And knowing that bottle he had hid was the real old true facts. |
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