One more
Sunday in Savannah,
Hear the whole creation shoutin',
“Praise the Lord!”
See them flingin' out the banner
While the congregation says amen!
Young folk
Tendin' Sunday school,
They sing merrilly ‘bout the golden rule.
Horse sense preachin' all the day,
They all holler in the righteous way.
It's time for me to call on Mother Hannah,
While she sits there wishin' for her last reward,
One more Sunday in Savannah,
One more Sunday in Atlanta,
It's the same thing
Same feeling.
Don't ya dare
Go fishin', son?
Amen!