Sermon, sermon,
I don't want to know what kind of son I've been.

Jesus, Jesus,
I don't want to know what kind of trouble I'm in.

Baby, baby,
I don't want to know what kind of boy you're with.

Can this preacher give you more than I could give?

Running, running,
poor boy's always first to be hanging.

Chain gang, chain gang,
my mamma never told me love could be like this.

But the preacher has put you on his list.

But the preacher has put you on his list.

Sermon, sermon,
I don't want to know what kind of son I've been.

Jesus, Jesus,
I don't want to know what kind of trouble I'm in.


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