One more

Sunday in Savannah

hear the whole creation shoutin'

Praise the Lord

see them flinging out the banner

while the congregation says amen



Young folk

tendin' Sunday School

they sing merrilly 'bout the golden rule

horse sense preaching all the day

they all hollar in the righteous way



It's time for me to call on Mother Hannah

while she sits there wishing for her last reward

one more Sunday in Savannah

one more Sunday in Atlanta

it's the same thing

same feeling



Don't ya dare

go fishin' son

Amen