I shot the pastor in the pasteur,
I put a buckshot in his spine,
Cause the pastor, he was after
That darlin' daughter of mine.
Helen loves her Jesus,
She would not hesitate to heed his call,
But when that preacher man looks at my Helen,
Preachin' ain't on his mind at all.
Sunday school ends at eleven,
And the sermon, it ends at noon,
Around 1 p.m., I found that preacher man
Getting way too comfortable in Helen's room.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
When it comes from a heart that is true,
You come messin' round with my Helen boys,
God's amazing grace will not save you.
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