| Oh, I’m gon' get me religion I’m gon' join the baptist church
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| Oh, I’m gon' get me religion I’m gon' join the baptist church
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| I’m gon' be a baptist preacher and I sure won’t have to work
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| Oh, I’m gonna preach these blues now, and I want everybody to shout
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| Mmm-mmm, I want everybody to shout
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| I’m gonna do like a prisoner, I’m gon' roll my time on out
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| Oh, in my room I bowed down to pray
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| Oh, up in my room I bowed down to pray
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| Then the blues come along and they blowed my spirit away
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| Oh, I’d’a had religion, Lord, this very day
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| Oh, I’d’a had religion, Lord, this very day
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| But the womens and whiskey, well, they would not let me pray
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| Oh, I wish I had me a heaven of my own,
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| (praise God almighty)
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| Yeah, heaven of my own,
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| Then I’d give all my women a long, long happy home
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| Yeah, I love my baby just like I love myself
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| Oh, just like I love myself
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| But if she don’t have me she won’t have nobody else. |