Lyrics:
Old Deacon Splivin', his flock was givin' The way of livin' right, Said he ""No wingin' no ragtime singin' tonight Up jumped Aunt Hagar, and shouted out with all her might Oh, ‘taint no use o' preachin' Oh, ‘taint no use o' teachin', Each modulation of syncopation Just tells my feet to dance, and I can't refuse When I hear the melody they call the blues; Those ever lovin' blues: Just hear Aunt Hagar's children harmonizin' To that old mournful tune, It's like a choir from on high broke loose, If the debbil brought it The good Lawd sent it right down to me, Let the congregation join While I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar's Blues
