Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin'
A way of livin' right
Said he, No wingin', no ragtime singin' tonight
Up jumped Aunt Hagar, and shouted out with all her might
Oh, 'tain't no use to preachin'
Oh, 'tain't no use to teachin'
Each modulation of syncopation
Just tells my feet to dance and I can't refuse
When I hear the melody they call the blues
Those ever lovin' blues
Just hear Aunt Hagar's chillun harmonizin' to that old mournful tune
It's like choir from on high broke loose
If the devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me
Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar's Blues
Just hear Aunt Hagar's chillun harmonizin' to that old mournful tune
It's like choir from on high broke loose
If the devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me
Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar's Blues