Well the Preacher went a-huntin' On a Sunday morn Though it was against his religion He took his gun along Shot himself some very fine quail One big weaselly hare And on the way returnin' home He met a grizzly bear Well the bear marched out in the middle of the road Up to the Preacher, you see Preacher got so excited Climbed up a cinnamon tree Well the bear sat down on the ground Preacher out on a limb He turned his eyes to the Lord in the skies These words he said unto Him He said, "Oh Lord! Didn't you deliver Daniel from the Lions' Den? A-men! Jonah from the belly of a whale and then Three hebrew children from the fiery furnace The good book do declare Oh, Lord If you can't help me, please don't help that bear." The Preacher stayed up in that tree I think it was all night He said, "Oh Lord, don't help that bear Or you'll see an awful fight!" Just about then the limb let go Preacher came a-tumblin' down You shoulda seen him get his razor out Before he hit the ground He hit that ground cuttin' right to left Put up a very good fight Just then the bear hugs this man Squeezed him a little too tight Well the Preacher lost his razor But the bear hung on to him He turned his eyes to the Lord in the skies These words he said unto Him He said, "Oh Lord! Didn't you deliver Daniel from the Lions' Den? A-men! Jonah from the belly of a whale and then Three hebrew children from the fiery furnace The good book do declare Oh, LordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
