Classic Poem

Nobody knows de trouble I've had,
Nobody knows but Jesus,
Nobody knows de trouble I've had,
Glory hallelu!

One morning I was a-walking down, O yes, Lord!
I saw some berries a-hanging down, O yes, Lord!

I pick de berry and I suck de juice, O yes, Lord!
Just as sweet as the honey in de comb, O yes, Lord!

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, O yes, Lord!
Sometimes I'm almost on de groun', O yes, Lord!

What make ole Satan hate me so? O yes, Lord!
Because he got me once and he let me go, O yes, Lord!