I
ONCE I HAD A TATTLERS WAGON
WHICH BEHIND ME I DID PULL
JUST AS FAST AS I COULD EMPTY IT
SOME FRIEND WOULD FILL IT FULL
BY AND BY I GOT SO BUSY
THERE WAS LITTLE ELSE TO DO
BUT STILL I'D MEET THE SAINTS AND SING
I'M GOING THRU JESUS I'M GOING THRU.
II
WELL I WAS GOING THRU
AND TATTLING AS I WENT
BUT GOING THRU LIKE THAT YOU KNOW
ISN'T WORTH A CENT.
I'D TALK ABOUT MY NEIGHBORS
THEY'D GIVE ME TATTLES TOO
THEN WE'D GO TO CHURCH AND SING
TIS THE OLD TIME RELIGION
IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.
III
THO WE'D SING I WANT TO SEE HIM
I THINK OF HOW WE LIED
FOR WE WOULD LOAD OUR WAGONS
UP WITH TATTLERS JUNK INSIDE
AND WE WOULD TATTLE AS WE WENT
OVER THE BACK FENCE TOO
THEN WE'D GO TO CHURCH AND SING
WHEN WE ALL SEE JESUS WE WILL SING
AND SHOUT THE VICTORY.
IV
AS SOMEONE TESTIFIES IN CHURCH
SOME GOOD SISTER DOUBTS
OTHERS HAVE NO CONFIDENCE
WHEN A CERTAIN PARTY SHOUTS
WHEN SOMEONE HEARS A LITTLE LIE
FOR SOME GOOD REASON TOLD
HE LOADS HIS WAGON UP THEN SINGS
I BELIEVE JESUS SAVES
AND HIS BLOOD WASHES WHITER THAN SNOW.
V
OH THE THING THAT WE SHOULD DO
IS SMASH THOSE WAGONS NOW
AND EACH ONE BRIDLE HIS OWN TONGUE
AND STOP THIS THING SOMEHOW
LET'S STOP THIS AWFUL TATTLING
LET'S BRING IT TO AN END
AND WE CAN GO TO CHURCH AND SING
IN THE SWEET BY AND BY
WE SHALL MEET ON THAT BEAUTIFUL SHORE.