Tytuł: Henry Parsons died

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It was six o'clock 'bout Saturday
   When Henry Parsons died
   All his good neighbors say
   That man was never truly satisfied
   Preacher man, he wouldn't say no prayer
   Church bells didn't ring
   But all the people stood up and stared
   When a choir girl jumped up and started to sing
  
   Chorus:
   Was baptised in every creek in Georgia
   Devil still called his name
   Every time he shot up, drinkin' holy wine
   He spill it down in shame
  
   They held an auction on his front porch this morning
   Sold off all his clothes
   Sold off his four-poster bed
   Debutantes great aunt in the front row
   They burnt the house and spent the night
   The smoke rose, thick and black
   Now Henry Parsons got no place to stay
   If he ever gets the nerve up to come back
  
   Baptised in every creek in Georgia
   Devil still calls his name
   Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine
   He spilled his down in shame
  
   Everybody all over this town
   Knew his reputation
   All came to see him buried down in the ground
   What you might call a little morbid fascination
   What is everybody gonna say?
   What is everybody gonna do?
   Now Henry Parsons he passed away
   Now I know where I plan to give John to (??)
  
   Baptised in every creek in Georgia
   Devil still calls his name
   Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine
   He spilled it down, down
  
   Baptised in every creek in Georgia
   Devil still calls his name (calls his name)
   Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine
   He spilled it down in shame, in shame