Collected by Composed and recited by
Mary Celestia Parler Joseph Page
April 15, 1954
Reel 19 8 Item 3
I'm a colored man from the Tribe of Ham;
I've preached all the way from Alabam.
Some time ago I blowed my quill,
I preached for the people in Russellville.
go to the city and down the street, /We/
On our way to a place called Treat.
We went up the mountain and down the ridge,
And then we crossed the iron bridge.
We come to a place where the roads did cross,
And we had for our guide one Henry Ross.
We drove straightway up to the house,
Everyone as still as a mouse.
We all got out and marched right in
And then the service did begin.
They opened their books and begin to search
To see where Jesus built a church.
I heard them say, about twelve o'clock,
He built His church on a solid rock.
He built that church without hammer and nail,
So the gates of Hell could not prevail.
There was Jumbo, Sambo, and Rastus too,
They prayed and preached till they all got through.
They didn't care so much for the sinners
As they did for the chicken dinners.
When preachin' was over, all was able
To do their part at the welcome table.
They stood up in a row from north to south,
Then they began to feed their mouth.
When dinner was over, they preached again,
Sometimes I could hear them say Amen.
One white brother begin to shout,
Said, turn your pockets wrong-side-out.
This colored man begin to smile,
When he saw that money all in a pile. tuck
They marched to the and all set down,
And set their course for Russellville town.
They blowed that whistle and they blowed it shrill,
And away they went right up the hill.
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