The definitive lyrics I believe and maybe inspire Rivers to post the thread.
Church Bell Blues (take 1)
Luke Jordan
The Church Bells ringin'
Secretary singin'
The preachers preachin
Can't you hear the sisters shouting
Children in the pulpit
Mama's trying to learn my song
Now that low down dirty Deacon
Done stole my gal and gone
Yeah my older brother had 'em
My sister had 'em
My auntie had 'em
My mother died with them
Woke up this mornin'
The family had the worried blues
Poked my head over in the corner
Poor grand mammie had em too
I did more for you woman
Way last winter
Laid in the forty
You know I scuffled through the summer
I did more for you woman
The the good lord had ever done
Came downtown and bought you a good hair
The lord hadn't given you none
(Extra verse from Take 2)
You better stop your nappy-head woman
From eatin' my meat
Drinkin' my wine
Spending all my money
You better stop your gal
Bud from ticklin' under my chin
You're gonna run home some of these mornins
Partners where you can't get in
Hand me back that hat I bought you
That coat and waist
That shawl I bought you mama
Gotta bring shoes and all
If you don?t like your daddy
You got no right to care or stall
Hand me back that wig I bought you mama
Let you doggone head go bald
You know I can't be no bank boy
No superintendent
Can't clerk in no commissary
Ain't gonna work on no tipple
And I promised the good lord
Partner not to dig no coal
I'm gonna hang around the country
Try to find some jelly roll
Said my mammie got a hatchet
My papas got an axe
My sister's got a shepherd
My brothers got some hounds
Some men crazy 'bout yellow women
Some men like a teasin' brown
I'm a stranger in town mama
Believe I'm going the whole way down
She wouldn't cook me no breakfeast
She wouldn't get me no dinner
She squalled and brought me supper
And she kicked me outdoors
She had the nerve to ask me woulda
A matchbox hold my clothes
Had a nerve to ask me woulda
Matchbox hold my clothes
Church Bell Blues (take 1)
Luke Jordan
The Church Bells ringin'
Secretary singin'
The preachers preachin
Can't you hear the sisters shouting
Children in the pulpit
Mama's trying to learn my song
Now that low down dirty Deacon
Done stole my gal and gone
Yeah my older brother had 'em
My sister had 'em
My auntie had 'em
My mother died with them
Woke up this mornin'
The family had the worried blues
Poked my head over in the corner
Poor grand mammie had em too
I did more for you woman
Way last winter
Laid in the forty
You know I scuffled through the summer
I did more for you woman
The the good lord had ever done
Came downtown and bought you a good hair
The lord hadn't given you none
(Extra verse from Take 2)
You better stop your nappy-head woman
From eatin' my meat
Drinkin' my wine
Spending all my money
You better stop your gal
Bud from ticklin' under my chin
You're gonna run home some of these mornins
Partners where you can't get in
Hand me back that hat I bought you
That coat and waist
That shawl I bought you mama
Gotta bring shoes and all
If you don?t like your daddy
You got no right to care or stall
Hand me back that wig I bought you mama
Let you doggone head go bald
You know I can't be no bank boy
No superintendent
Can't clerk in no commissary
Ain't gonna work on no tipple
And I promised the good lord
Partner not to dig no coal
I'm gonna hang around the country
Try to find some jelly roll
Said my mammie got a hatchet
My papas got an axe
My sister's got a shepherd
My brothers got some hounds
Some men crazy 'bout yellow women
Some men like a teasin' brown
I'm a stranger in town mama
Believe I'm going the whole way down
She wouldn't cook me no breakfeast
She wouldn't get me no dinner
She squalled and brought me supper
And she kicked me outdoors
She had the nerve to ask me woulda
A matchbox hold my clothes
Had a nerve to ask me woulda
Matchbox hold my clothes