Sunday morning in the backwoods
A preacher told his congregation,
"The whole world done gone crazy
It’s a mess of desperation
All these people going round
With their razor fighting eyes
They don’t want nothing but money
And their hearts are full of lies
Take a look around you
It ain’t too hard to tell
All this love of evil money
Just a shortcut to hell."
"Now every one of us is poor
And I know that for a fact
And we ain’t got much more
Than the garments on our back
And sometimes the kids go hungry
When we have to cut it tight
You don’t have to be no preacher
You know that that ain’t right
Pay attention to the warning
You can hear that tollin’ bell
All this love of evil money
Just a shortcut to hell"
"Now can I get a witness?
Sister Cora on the aisle
You know these folks is acting
Like they’s Pharaohs of the Nile
But what happened to the Pharaoh
When he didn’t change his ways
He pushed his luck too far
And he was washed away
Take a look around you
It ain’t too hard to tell
All this love of evil money
Just a shortcut to hell."
"I got one thing more to say
Before I climb down off this stump
I had a vision the other day
While I was fishin’ in the swamp
I saw the water rising
And I heard a terrible sound
I saw a whole lot of fools
Let money drag ‘em down
Pay attention to the warning
You can hear that tollin’ bell
All this love of dirty money
Just a shortcut to hell."