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Widespread Panic Miscellaneous Henry Parsons Died Transcribed by: Brian Whitman John B. Carroll The Original Lyrics File It was six o'clock 'bout Saturday When Henry Parsons died All his good neighbors say That man was never truly satisfied Preacher man, he wouldn't say no prayer Church bells didn't ring But all the people stood up and stared When a choir girl jumped up and started to sing Chorus: Was baptised in every creek in Georgia Devil still called his name Every time he shot up, drinkin' holy wine He spill it down in shame They held an auction on his front porch this morning Sold off all his clothes Sold off his four-poster bed Debutantes great aunt in the front row They burnt the house and spent the night The smoke rose, thick and black Now Henry Parsons got no place to stay If he ever gets the nerve up to come back Baptised in every creek in Georgia Devil still calls his name Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine He spilled his down in shame Everybody all over this town Knew his reputation All came to see him buried down in the ground What you might call a little morbid fascination What is everybody gonna say? What is everybody gonna do? Now Henry Parsons he passed away Now I know where I plan to give John to (??) Baptised in every creek in Georgia Devil still calls his name Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine He spilled it down, down Baptised in every creek in Georgia Devil still calls his name (calls his name) Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine He spilled it down in shame, in shame |
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