How Ya'll doing Applique
Moans of ecstacy the hymn singer
a regional delight
We heard Hymn singers in
barns, in backyards
and in the pews.
What they served up
was something
you couldn't confusse
Ironing clothes
before one would take there bath
a delicate celight
they stood in lines
from first to last
A comforting song
soothing as ones eyes could see
a calming spirted greeting
all would come to see
Hymn Singer: Hymn Singer
we heard the demand
fresh and delicate
not something from
a can.
Hymn Singer: hymn singer
How ya'll doing tonight
Hymn Singer: Hymn Singer
everythings
all right!
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