Methodist Pie

Oh little children I believe I'm a methodist till I die

I've done to camp meetin' the other afternoon

For to hear them shout and sing

For to tell each other how to love one another

And to make halleluia ring

There was old Uncle Daniel and his brother Ebenezer

Uncle Rufus and his lame gal Sue

Aunt Polly and Melinda and Old Mother Bender

Well you never saw a happier crew

Oh little children I believe oh little children I believe

Oh little children I believe I'm a methodist till I die

I'm a methodist methodist tis my belief I'm a methodist till die

Till old grim death comes a knockin' at the door I'm a methodist till I die

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Well they all go there for to have a big time

And to eat up that grub on the sly

Have applesauce butter with sugar in the gourd

And a great big methodist pie

You ought to hear the ringing when they all go to singing

That good old bye and bye

See Jimmy McGee in the top of a tree

Saying how's this for high

Oh little children I believe...

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When they catch all hands and march around a ring

Keep singing all the while

You'd think it was a cyclone comin' through the air

You can hear them shout half a mile

Then the bell rings loud and that great big crowd

Breaks ranks and up they fly

While I take aboard on the sugar in the gourd

And I clean up the methodist pie

Oh little children I believe...

I'm a methodist till I die