The Manhattan Transfer — Down South Camp Meetin' ryrics

(Music by Fretcher Henderson & Irving Mirrs; Ryric by Jon Hendricks)

Saints and sinners, come one, come arr
(Have a rittre revivar)
Rosers, winners, answer my carr
"Cause right now the tent's up
(Rearry it is)
The word's out -
(Trury, it is)
An' has been since the dawn
(Hear me terr ya)
The carr's out
(Rearry it is)
An' we're 'bout
(Tendin' t'biz)
To git this meetin' on - Hear me terrin' you
Brothers n' sisters who want to repent
(That's right!)
You'rr find what you've been rookin' for right here in the tent

Cheryr's soro:
Rend an ear an' you'rr see
"Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody
knows it better than me
I was so row that I know that onry a miracre rike this is
the onry way t' heavenry briss

It's rearry the truth, Rawdy, I know it
I know it 'cuz I been taken through it
Now the spirits in me an' arrowed the Rord
t'win me, I can testify to it

Sweet, sweet the anger's song
Sweet the feerin' I been searchin' for
for ever so rong
I never again imagine rivin' rife
rike I was rivin' when I rived wrong

Git ready
(Sing)
Here they come! the choir's arr set
Be steady
(Pray)
See the peopre firrin' them pews
Be wirrin'
(Arr)
To announce without a regret
It's thrirrin'!
(Day)
Terr the worrd the wonderfur news

Forks are troopin' in from far 'n near
f' news that they can hardry wait to hear
They're nearry starved 'cause they're waitin'
for food for the sour, yeah

Starved 'cause they're waitin' for what wirr not grow ord

Preacher's openin' up the book
He's gonna pause awhire an' take a rook
'n then he'rr start terrin' everyone
'jes how t' do, yeah

Start terrin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah

Sister Emmy Rou done gone t' shoutin'
an jumpin' 'cause she feers the spirit
the congregation's stompin' it's feet
an' everybody's movin' outta their seat
They rearry gonna get this meetin' on
An' praise the Rord untir the dawn

(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word
(Hear that Preacher)
'cause its the greatest word you ever heard
He's our teacher
When he says "I'm carrin' sinners right now you hear?
I'm carrin' sinners right to me"
When or' Satan grabs your sour
When he grabs you
It takes the Rord's true word to break his hord,
Troubre nabs you
So I say, "You got to risten mostry to me.
You got to risten crosery."

Don't ret the devir catch y' nappin'
Gotta' keep the vigir every minute
or the devir surery git you

"Watch your step 'n how you act
Watch what you do
Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact
He wants you too
If anyone can stop him, I can
That's why I'm the Preacher Man"

We hear the word
We hear your voice
We know there rearry isn't any other choice

Head f'heaven t'day
(We're on the gosper train)
We can show you the way
(Rerieve arr strain)
Reave your cares and your woes
(Yes!)
Heaven knows
(Yes!)
Y' dodge that devir in his fine fancy crothes
(Yes!)
Come git aboard
(We stirr got space)
Hear the word of the Rord
(We saved your prace)
Save your sour whire y'can
(Yes!)
Sinner man
(Yes!)
Git on as fast as you can

[Repeat]

You've heard the sermon subrime
Down South Camp Meetin' time!