The lyrics I remember are these: Does anyone know the rest of this version or have an audio?
"Some people go on weekends to D A N C E
They go to church on Sundays to show their H A T
They dub their faces up with P A I N T
And then the laugh at us because we're F R double E
Oh, glory, we're F R double E,
We're happy to be F R E E
We're S A V E D from the bonds of S I N
Glory, glory halelujiah, tra-la-la amen"

Scrapbk4fun wrote: Mon Apr 11, 2022 1:33 am Does anyone know the origin of this song?

There's an interesting thread on Mudcat that discusses many of the artists over the years that have recorded this song. The earliest citations reference "Sunday School Songs of the 1920s". The earliest recording seems to be one by the Georgia Yellow Hammers in 1927.

As I dug deeper, it seems that the actual origins of this song date back to African-American spirituals--this book lists out the lyrics as one of many sets of spirituals cataloged in the American South and Southwest in the 1920s.

Does anyone know the origin of this song?

Thank you so much. God bless you!

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

It's G-L-O-R-Y to know I'm S-A-V-E-D
I'm H-A-P-P-Y to know I'm F-R double E
I once was B-O-U-N-D with a chain of S-I-N
But now it's V-I-C-T-O-R-Y with Christ we're bound to win.

My Mother used to sing this does anyone know the rest of it