Saturday, February 14, 2009

Aunt Sallie's Song

The Master’s got a sack that he says he’s gonna fill.
He’s gonna to take it to the gin for a dollar bill. 
He says he’s gonna burn everything he doesn’t sell. 
Master, put me in that sack. I don’t wanna go to hell. 

The Master’s got a mule that will not pull a plow. 
He’s gonna take it to the barn, and trade it for a cow. 
He says he’s gonna burn everything he doesn’t sell. 
Master, let me drive that mule. I don’t wanna  go to hell. 

The Master’s got a river, where he kneels to take a drink.  
He’s gonna walk on water, where evil men will sink.
He says he’s gonna burn everything he doesn’t sell. 
Master, let me cross that river. I don’t wanna go to hell. 

The Master’s got a baby that’s as gentle as a lamb. 
He’s gonna ask the people “Who do you say I am?”
He says he’s gonna burn everything he doesn’t sell. 
Master, let me hold that baby. I don’t wanna go to hell.  

The Master’s got an army, and it’s marchin' from the sea.
 It’s comin' here in glory to fight for you and me. 
He says it’s gonna bring a final tribulation
The day of jubilee and the blood of our salvation. 

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