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Ain't Gonna Grieve My Lord No More
| G | |
| Oh, the Deacon went d | own, (Oh, the Deacon went down) |
To the cellar to pray (To the cellar to pray)
| D7 | |
| He found a | jug (He found a jug) |
| G | |
| And he stayed al | l day (And he stayed all day). |
| G7 | C |
| Oh the | deacon went down to the cellar to pray |
| G | |
| He | found a jug and he stayed all day, |
Chorus:
| D7 | G | |
| I won't | grieve my Lord no | more (my Lord no more) |
| G7 | C |
| I ain't gonna | grieve my Lord no more |
| G | |
| Ain't a-gonna | grieve my Lord no more |
| D7 | G | |
| Ain't a-gonna | grieve my Lord no | more. |
You can't get to Heaven
On roller skates,
'Cause you'll roll right by
Them pearly gates.
Oh, the devil is mad
And I am glad,
He lost a soul
He thought he had.
You can't get to Heaven
In a rocking chair,
'Cause the Lord don't want
No lazybones there.
You can't get to Heaven,
In an old Ford car,
'Cause the damned old car
Won't go that far.
You can't get to Heaven
On a pair of skis;
You'll shuss right through
Saint Peter's knees.
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. v
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
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 or. the shelf,
If you want some more
Make 'em up yourself.
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