Classic Poem

The foxes, they have holes in the ground,
The birds have nests in the air,
The Christians have a hiding place,
But sinners ain't got nowhere.

Refrain:

Now ain't them hard trials, great tribulations?
Ain't them hard trials? I'm bound to leave this land.

Old Satan tempted Eve,
And Eve, she tempted Adam,
And that's why the sinner has to pray so hard,
To get his sins forgiven.

Oh, Methodist, Methodist is my name,
Methodist till I die,
Been baptized on the Methodist side,
And a Methodist will I die.

Oh, Baptist, Baptist is my name,
Baptist till I die,
Been baptized on the Baptist side,
And Baptist will I die.

While marching on the road,
A-hunting for a home,
You had better stop your differences,
And travel on to God.