by songinmyheart » Tue Mar 31, 2015 1:45 am
Found this and a few updated verses but
this seems to be an early version the Blue Sky Boys sang
It's G-L-O-R-Y to know I'm S-A-V-E-D
I'm H-A-P-P-Y because I'm F-R-Double E
I once was B-O-U-N-D by the chains of S-I-N
But its V-I-C-T-O-R-Y to know I've Christ within.
Some folks jump up and down all night, and D-A-N-C-E
While others go to church just to show their brand new H-A-T
And on their faces they put great lumps of P-A-I-N-T
And then they'll have the nerve to claim they're S-A-V-E-D
chorus:
I know some girls in this town who are so N-I-C-E
They do their hair in the latest style that's B-O-B-B-E-D
They go to parties every night and drink W-I-N-E
And then they'll have the neck to claim they're S-A-V-E-D
chorus:
I know a man I think his name's B-R-O-W-N
He supports prohibition but he trades in G-I-N
He helps to put that poison in his neighbor's C-U-P
But on Sunday morning he let's on he's S-A-V-E-D
chorus:
I've seen some boys lean back and puff their S-M-O-K-E
While others chew and spit out all their J-U-I-C-E
They play their cards and shoot their guns and drink their P-O-P
And then they'll have the brass to say they're S-A-V-E-D
Found this and a few updated verses but
this seems to be an early version the Blue Sky Boys sang
It's G-L-O-R-Y to know I'm S-A-V-E-D
I'm H-A-P-P-Y because I'm F-R-Double E
I once was B-O-U-N-D by the chains of S-I-N
But its V-I-C-T-O-R-Y to know I've Christ within.
Some folks jump up and down all night, and D-A-N-C-E
While others go to church just to show their brand new H-A-T
And on their faces they put great lumps of P-A-I-N-T
And then they'll have the nerve to claim they're S-A-V-E-D
chorus:
I know some girls in this town who are so N-I-C-E
They do their hair in the latest style that's B-O-B-B-E-D
They go to parties every night and drink W-I-N-E
And then they'll have the neck to claim they're S-A-V-E-D
chorus:
I know a man I think his name's B-R-O-W-N
He supports prohibition but he trades in G-I-N
He helps to put that poison in his neighbor's C-U-P
But on Sunday morning he let's on he's S-A-V-E-D
chorus:
I've seen some boys lean back and puff their S-M-O-K-E
While others chew and spit out all their J-U-I-C-E
They play their cards and shoot their guns and drink their P-O-P
And then they'll have the brass to say they're S-A-V-E-D