by Guest » Sun Jul 15, 2012 2:05 pm
sending the full lyrics I also learned the song 35 years ago and had the lyrics n country town or city,
Some people can be found,
Who spend their life in grumbling,
At everything around
O yes they they always grumble
No matter what they say
They spend their lives in grumbling
And they grumble night and day
CHORUS
Oh they grumble on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Grumble on Thursday too
Grumble on Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Grumble all the whole week through.
They grumble in the city
They grumble on the farm
They grumble at their neighbours; they think it is no harm.
They grumble at their husbands,
They grumble at their wives.
They grumble at their children,
And their grumbling never dies.
They grumble when it's raining
They grumble when it's dry
And when the crops are failing
They grumble and they sigh.
They grumble at low prices
They grumble when they're high
They grumble all the year round
And they grumble till they die.
They grumble at the preacher
They grumble at his prayer
They grumble at his preaching
They grumble everywhere
They grumble at God's people
And say its all display
But Holy folks don't grumble
They have only time to pray
They stay away from meeting
Because it's hot or cold
Or else it looks like raining
A headache or a cold
And when the offering's taken
They're sure to pout or sigh
And say they're oh so sorry
Always money is the cry.
sending the full lyrics I also learned the song 35 years ago and had the lyrics n country town or city,
Some people can be found,
Who spend their life in grumbling,
At everything around
O yes they they always grumble
No matter what they say
They spend their lives in grumbling
And they grumble night and day
CHORUS
Oh they grumble on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Grumble on Thursday too
Grumble on Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Grumble all the whole week through.
They grumble in the city
They grumble on the farm
They grumble at their neighbours; they think it is no harm.
They grumble at their husbands,
They grumble at their wives.
They grumble at their children,
And their grumbling never dies.
They grumble when it's raining
They grumble when it's dry
And when the crops are failing
They grumble and they sigh.
They grumble at low prices
They grumble when they're high
They grumble all the year round
And they grumble till they die.
They grumble at the preacher
They grumble at his prayer
They grumble at his preaching
They grumble everywhere
They grumble at God's people
And say its all display
But Holy folks don't grumble
They have only time to pray
They stay away from meeting
Because it's hot or cold
Or else it looks like raining
A headache or a cold
And when the offering's taken
They're sure to pout or sigh
And say they're oh so sorry
Always money is the cry.