TALKING SWEET BYE AND BYE
© Greg Keeler 1987

Church Bells

I woke up this morning, heard the church bells ring,
And I thought about the lofts where the choires sing--
People sleepin' while the preacher give his speal,
Then hustlin' toward the lobby with they bidness deal,
Just like one of them

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Fat fellas with they slicked back hair,
Talkin' bout the Lord on the TV air,
Thousand dollar suit hangin' off of he back,
Headin' down the road in the Cadillac.
And money love him. This he knows.
For he banker tell him so.
Folks who watch he TV show--
He get rich while they get poor.

I listened to the radio the other night.
Heard this fella, said he'd seen the light.
Then he told me all about a bargain price
On an autographed picture of Jesus Christ.
Just like one of them

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Well, the next time I hear those church bells ring,
I'm gonna lay on back, ain't gonna do a thing,
'Cause I've given up. I've become a doubter.
I'd just as soon believe in a close encounter,
As in one of them

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