Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sermon, artist - Bobbie Gentry. Album song The Girl From Chickasaw County - The Complete Capitol Masters, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 20.09.2018
Record label: Capitol Records Nashville
Song language: English
Sermon |
Let me set the mood, set the situation |
Imagine that you’re sittin' in the congregation |
Hey, he’s talkin' 'bout Judgment Day |
If you listen real close, hear what he say |
You may run on for a long time |
Run on for a long time |
May run on for a long time |
But let me tell you God Almighty’s gonna cut you down |
Go 'n' tell that long-term liar |
Go 'n' tell that midnight rider |
Tell the gambler, rambler, backbiter |
Tell him God Almighty gonna cut him down |
Great God Almighty, let me tell you my need |
Yes, my head’s been wet with the midnight deed |
I been down on my bended knee |
Talkin' to the man from Galilee |
My God spoke, spoke so sweet |
I thought I heard the shufflin' of angel feet |
He put one hand on my head |
Great God Almighty let me tell you what he said |
You may run on for a long time |
Run on for a long time |
May run on for a long time |
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down |
You may throw the rock, hide your hand |
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man |
But sure as God made the day and night |
What you do in the dark will be brought to light |
You may run and hide, slip and slide |
Try to take the mote from your neighbor’s eye |
But sure as the Lord made the rich and poor |
What you reap, my brother, is what you sow |
You may run on for a long time |
Run on for a long time |
Run on for a long time |
But let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down |
Some people go to church just to signify |
They try to make a date with their neighbor’s wife |
But let me tell you, brother, just as sure as your born |
Better leave that woman, better leave her alone |
One of these days just mark my words |
You think that your brother’s gone off to work |
You’ll walk up and knock on the door |
That’s all, brother, there ain’t no more |
(Swing low, sweet chariot) |
You may run on for a long time |
Run on for a long time |
May run on for a long time |
But let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down |
Go 'n' tell that midnight rider |
Go 'n' tell that long-term liar |
Tell the rambler, gambler, backbiter |
Tell him God Almighty gonna cut him down |
Amen |