Our preacher sure did pour it on,

But he just let me be.

He took the starch all out of them

That sat just next to me.

Should have heard the things he said

It was true as it could be;

He burned the seat from under them

That sat just next to me.

He hit the nail square on the head;

With him I did agree.

He trimmed the dead limbs off them

That sat just next to me.

And when I got to thinking

I felt sneaking as could be;

And when I turned to look at him

His guns were turned en me.

—Selected.