| When first I heard of the people who claim
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| This old-time religion was real
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| I says I’ll go down, take a look at the crowd
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| It’s just the weak-minded, I feel
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| But something got a hold of me
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| Yes, something got a hold of me
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| I went there to fight, but on that night
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| There’s something got a hold of me
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| I walked right down, peeped in at the door
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| And the Devil says, don’t you go in
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| I says I’ll go in, for that will not hurt
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| And sit as far back as I can
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| About that time he got up to preach
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| And he looked right down upon me
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| He told everybody how mean I had been
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| Don’t think he thought much of me
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| They sing and shout and they all clasp their hands
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| And they all got down on their knees
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| When the fire fell from heaven it fell upon me
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| And then I fell to the floor
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| So now I’ve learnt and no need to doubt
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| That the old-time religion is real
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| I have a spirit I’ll never forget
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| That something got a hold of me |