Answered Prayer, An
Our John's been made a doctor—so all the papers tell,
An' he's lookin' 'roun' fer business, but the folks are keepin' well;
But his mother, she is hopeful, for he's got to pay his bills,
An' she's asked the Lord fer measels an' a sprinklin' of the chills!
It's been a month, I reckon, sence they took an' turned him out,
But the country is so healthy that the doctors are in doubt;
But his mother keeps on prayin', while he's dodgin' of his bills:
An' she's asked the Lord fer measels an' a sprinklin' of the chills!
These women has a lot o' faith—they never loose their hold.
(I wonder what's the matter now? I'm gittin' kinder cold!
The good Lord's gone an' answered her, an' John 'll pay his bills;
Fer if this here ain't the measels, it's a-sprinklin' of the chills!)
An' he's lookin' 'roun' fer business, but the folks are keepin' well;
But his mother, she is hopeful, for he's got to pay his bills,
An' she's asked the Lord fer measels an' a sprinklin' of the chills!
It's been a month, I reckon, sence they took an' turned him out,
But the country is so healthy that the doctors are in doubt;
But his mother keeps on prayin', while he's dodgin' of his bills:
An' she's asked the Lord fer measels an' a sprinklin' of the chills!
These women has a lot o' faith—they never loose their hold.
(I wonder what's the matter now? I'm gittin' kinder cold!
The good Lord's gone an' answered her, an' John 'll pay his bills;
Fer if this here ain't the measels, it's a-sprinklin' of the chills!)
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