Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin`
A way of livin` right,
Said he, `No wingin`, no ragtime singin` tonight.`
Up jumped Aunt Hagar, and shouted out with all her might:
Oh, `tain`t no use to preachin`,
Oh, `tain`t no use to teachin`;
Each modulation of syncopation,
Just tells my feet to dance and I can`t refuse,
When I hear the melody they call the blues,
Those ever-lovin` blues!
Just hear Aunt Hagar`s chillun harmonizin` to that old mournful tune!
It`s like choir from on high broke loose!
If the devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me,
Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin` Aunt Hagar`s Blues!
Just hear Aunt Hagar`s chillun harmonizin` to that old mournful tune!
It`s like choir from on high broke loose!
If the devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me,
Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin` Aunt Hagar`s Blues! Send " Aunt Hagars Blues" Ringtone to your Cell