Mrs. T.M. Davis Fayetteville, Ark. April 30, 1962
Reel 406, Item 5
Oh, It's G-L-O-R-Y to know I'm S-A-V-E-D
There is a man in our town, I think his name is Brown He prays for prohibition, yet, he'll vote for rum He helps to put the poison in his neighbors C-U-P And yet he's got the brass to say I'm S-A-V-E-D.
Oh, it's G-L-O-R-Y to know I'm S-A-V-E-D I'm H-A-double P-Y to say I'm F-R-E-E Once I was B-O-U-N-D with a chain of S-I-N V-I-C-T-O-R-Y to know I'm cleansed within.
Some folks will hop all night at a D-A-N-C-E Then go to church to show their H-A-T
They smear their face all over with a dab of P-A-I-N-T And yet they got the brass to say I'm S-A-V-E-D.
James R. Rhodes For:
Miss Mary C. Parler
Mrs Davis says: "My uncle, John Barker, sang that at the "brush- arbor" meeting at Felkertown, Arkansas where my dad was preaching. It made my dad kinda' angry because it wasn't really a church song
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