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

He good Lord sent it right down to me

Let the congregation join

While I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar's Blues