TEMPTATION

I done got‘ uligion, honey, an’ I‘ s happy ez a king; Evahthing I see erbout me‘ s jes’ lak sunshine in de spring; An’ it seems lak I do’ want to do anothah blessid thing But jes’ run an’ tell de neighbours, an’ to shout an’ pray an’ sing.

I done shuk my fis’ at Satan, an’ I‘ s gin de worl’ my back; I do’ want no hendrin’ causes now a-both'rin’ in my track; Fu’ I‘ s on my way to glory, an’ I feels too sho’ to miss. Wy, dey ai n't no use in sinnin’ when‘ uligion‘ s sweet ez dis.

Talk erbout a man backslidin’ w'en he‘ s on de gospel way; No, suh, I done beat de debbil, an’ Temptation‘ s los’ de day. Gwine to keep my eyes right straight up, gwine to shet my eahs, an’ see Whut ole projick Mistah Satan‘ s gwine to try to wuk on me.

Listen, whut dat soun’ I hyeah dah?‘ tai n't no one commence to sing; It‘ s a fiddle; git erway dah! don’ you hyeah dat blessid thing? W'y, dat's sweet ez drippin’ honey,‘ cause, you knows, I draws de bow, An’ when music's sho’‘ nough music, I‘ s de one dat's sho’ to know.

W'y, I‘ s done de double shuffle, twell a body could n't res’, Jes’ a-hyeahin’ Sam de fiddlah play dat chune his level bes’; I could cut a mighty caper, I could gin a mighty fling Jes’ right now, I‘ s mo’ dan suttain I could cut de pigeon wing.

Look hyeah, whut‘ s dis I‘ s been sayin’? whut on urf‘ s tuk holt o’ me? Dat ole music come nigh runnin’ my‘ uligion up a tree! Cleah out wif dat dah ole fiddle, don’ you try dat trick agin; Did n't think I could be tempted, but you lak to made me sin!