There's an old -time preacher
named Elsie Banks
And he tells it like it is
He said you can't be good
if you're a little bit bad
Cause the devil knows you're his
And when he preaches out
fire and brimstone
You can almost see the flames
But when he says you walk
them golden streets
Ten thousand angels sing
He'll break ice on the river
In the middle of the wintertime
And say, come on, sister, wade right in
The water's mighty, mighty fine
He'd raise one hand toward the heaven
And then he'd say, let's pray
Come on, Lord, let's show this world
We're gonna drown the old devil today
And we'll sing
Come on, children, let your little eyes shine
On the mountaintop
We'll get a kick out of
watchin' the devil
Settin' him stumblin' blunt
This world is a devil's playground
And I hate like a devil to say
He's the hardest worker in this world
He works twenty -five hours a day
Preacher
L's a -keep on a -preachin'
You never let your people down
I miss the old can't -meetin' time
And dinner on the ground
He's an old -time gospel preacher
And he preaches the gospel free
But now people need him
And they love him just like me
Lord, I wouldn't be caught dead
without my Jesus to hold on to
If you don't know your Lord today,
tomorrow he won't know you
Don't get me wrong, I believe in giving,
I strongly believe in faithing
All the TV preachers losing clothes
for the bank accounts they're saving
And we'll sing
Come on, children, let your little light shine
on the mountaintop
We'll get a kick out of watching the devil
setting them stumbling blocks
This farm is a devil's playground
Lord, I hate like a devil to say
He's the hardest worker in this world
He works 25 hours a day