It was six o' clock on Saturday
Henry Parsons died
All of his good neighbors say
That man was never truly satisfied
Preacherman never said no prayers
Church bells didn't ring
Everybody stood up and stared when some
Choirgirls jumped up and started to sing
He was baptized in every creek in Georgia
Devil still called his name
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame
Had an auction on his from porch this morning
Sold off all his clothes
Sold off his four-poster bed
There were debutantes and old ladies breaking out in fights in the front row
Burned his house and spent the night
Smoke rose thick and black
Now Henry Parsons' got no place to stay
If he ever gets the nerve up to come back
He was baptized in every creek in Georgia
Devil still called his name
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame
Henry Parsons died
All of his good neighbors say
That man was never truly satisfied
Preacherman never said no prayers
Church bells didn't ring
Everybody stood up and stared when some
Choirgirls jumped up and started to sing
He was baptized in every creek in Georgia
Devil still called his name
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame
Had an auction on his from porch this morning
Sold off all his clothes
Sold off his four-poster bed
There were debutantes and old ladies breaking out in fights in the front row
Burned his house and spent the night
Smoke rose thick and black
Now Henry Parsons' got no place to stay
If he ever gets the nerve up to come back
He was baptized in every creek in Georgia
Devil still called his name
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame
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