Lyrics
- Conversationally
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- A lady walked up to me saying,
- “Brother, a special gift has been bestowed on me;
- It’s the gift of rocking back and forth.
- Dear brother, keep watching me,
- And if I’m not rocking, then you’re off the beam.”
- Said somebody laid their hand upon her,
- She looked at me so funny when I said,
- Sister, I’ve got a special word just for you,
- That’s called laying empty hands on empty heads!”
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- Chorus
- Don’t shout me down just ‘cause I’m preach-in’ good,
- How come me to get off on a thing like this?
- Don’t shout me down just ‘cause I’m meddlin’,
- If you can’t say, “Amen,” say, “O, me!”
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- Verse 1
- In a revival meetin’ in another place,
- I had preached the Word, made the call,
- Several fine young couples came to Jesus,
- They that very night confessed Him, Lord.
- I said to the pastor, Brother, did you know them?”
- He said, “No, if they got anything, they’ll be back,”
- I closed the meeting down, I couldn’t preach there,
- Least ways not with an idiot like that!
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- Verse 2
- God’s Word teaches healing, faith and miracles,
- Some so called Christians don’t believe it yet
- I stand amazed, some folks are just like concrete,
- Thoroughly mixed up and to well set.
- There’s a few in many congregations,
- For them nothing’s ever smooth for very long,
- Doubters, unbelievers and fault finders,
- With a load of slop equipped with a wagging tongue.
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- Verse 3
- Some think being sick brings God glory,
- Pain and strain and poverty as well,
- Yet the same ones dial the local druggist,
- Hopin’ to get well against His so called will.
- There are folks with notions just that stupid,
- No one list’ning now could be like those;
- If all their brains were dynamite exploded,
- There wouldn’t be enough to blow their nose!
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- © 1982 David Ingles Music
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