文本歌词

Old deacon spliving
Flock was giving
The way of living right
Said he no winging
No ragtime singing tonight
Up jumped aunt Hagar
And shouted out with all her might
Oh just hear aunt Hagar's children harmonizing to that old
Mournful tune
It's like a choir from on high broke loose
If the devil brought it
The good lord sent it right down to me
Oh let the congregation join
While I play those loving aunt Hagar's blues
Taint no use to preaching
Taint no use to teaching