I went down to camp meeting the other afternoon
For to hear them shout and sing
And tell each other how they love one another
And make "Hallelujah" ring
There was old Uncle Daniel and his brother, Ebenezer
Uncle Rufus and his lame gal, Sue
Aunt Polly and Melinda and Old Mother Bender
Well, you never saw a happier crew
Oh little children, I believe
Oh little children, I believe
Oh little children, I believe
I'm a Methodist 'til I die!
I'm a Methodist, Methodist
'Tis my belief. I'm a Methodist tiil die
Tiil old grim Death comes a'knocking at the door, I'm a Methodist 'til I die
Well, they all go there for to have a big time
And to eat up that grub on the sly
Have applesauce butter with sugar in the gourd
And a great big Methodist pie
You ought to hear the ringing when they all go to singing
That "Good Old Bye and Bye"
There's Jimmy McGee in the top of a tree
Shouting "How's this for high?"
Oh little children, I believe
Oh little children, I believe
Oh little children, I believe
I'm a Methodist 'til I die
I'm a Methodist, Methodist
'Tis my belief. I'm a Methodist tlil die
Tiil old grim Death comes a'knocking at the door, I'm a Methodist 'til I die
Well, they all join hands and they march around a ring
And keep a'singing all the while
You'd think it was a cyclone coming through the air
You can hear them 'bout half a mile
Then the bell rings loud and that whole big crowd
Breaks ranks and up they fly
While I take aboard the sugar in the gourd
And I finish off the Methodist pie
Oh little children, I believe
Oh little children, I believe
Oh little children, I believe
I'm a Methodist 'til I die
I'm a Methodist, Methodist
'Tis my belief. I'm a Methodist till die
Tiil old grim Death comes a'knocking at the door, I'm a Methodist 'til I die
compositores: Bradley Kincaid
Você é fã de Grandpa Jones? Gosta da letra da música?
Compartilhe com seus amigos.
