| It was a hot Sunday mornin'
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| Middle of July
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| The choir was a singin'
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| 'Bout the sweet by and by
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| Everybody was a swayin'
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| And sweatin' in the heat
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| We all bowed our heads down
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| As the preacher took his seat
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| My sister and my brother stood next to my mother
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| In the quiet at the close of the verse
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| That’s when daddy cut the big one
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| At the Horn Lake Mississippi Missionary Baptist Church
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| My sister rolled her eyes back
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| My brother bit his lip
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| My cousin just behind us
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| Whispered, «Hey, who let it rip?»
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| I stuck my face in my shirtsleeve
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| Stared down at my shoes
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| Lord, you could hear a pin drop
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| As we stood there in the pew
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| Heads were turnin', eyes were burnin'
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| Momma stuck her nose in her purse
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| After daddy cut the big one
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| At the Horn Lake Mississippi Missionary Baptist Church
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| He cut the big one
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| It was a stinker
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| Then he broke the silence
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| With a snicker
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| And us kids started laughin'
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| 'Til I thought we was all gonna burst
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| After daddy cut the big one
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| At the Horn Lake Mississippi Missionary Baptist Church
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| He said, «The devil made me do it»
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| Momma said it was the liverwurst
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| And that’s why daddy cut the big one
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| At the Horn Lake Mississippi Missionary Baptist Church |