Aint Gonna Grieve My Lord No More lyrics

AIN`T GONNA GRIEVE MY LORD NO MORE
Oh, the Deacon went down, (2x)
To the cellar to pray, (2x)
He found a jug, (2x)
And he stayed all day. (2x)
Oh, the Deacon went down to the cellar to pray,
He found a jug and he stayed all day,
Ain`t gonna grieve my Lord no more.
cho: I ain`t a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain`t a-gonna grieve my lord no more.
Ain`t a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
You can`t get to Heaven on roller skates,
You`ll roll right by them pearly gates.
You can`t get to Heaven on a rocking chair,
`Cause the Lord don`t want no lazybones there.
You can`t get to Heaven in a limousine,
`Cause the Lord don`t sell no gasoline.
If you get to Heaven before I do,
Just drill a hole and pull me through.
If I get to Heaven before you do,
I`ll plug that hole with shavings and glue.
You can`t get to Heaven with powder and paint,
It makes you look like what you ain`t.
You can`t chew tobaccy on that golden shore,
`Cause the Lord don`t have no cuspidor.
`That`s all there is, there ain`t no more,`
Saint Peter said as he closed the door.
There`s one thing more I forgot to tell,
If you don`t go to Heaven, you`ll go to Hell.
I`ll put my grief up on the shelf,
If you want some more, make `em up yourself.
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