When the Sinners Go Marching In

[couchgrouch]

When the Sinners Go Marching InUncle Jethro useta go to workbundled up in scarves n sweatersthat sly dog was savin' his sick daysfor when he was feelin' betterwell, he never talked religion muchsome said he mighta been Buddhistwhen the bossman caught them at the beachhe learned him and my aunt were nudistsbut he let folks think what they willone man's smile's another man's sinat least if you live for the thrillthen you'll die with a grinhe'd say he knew somehowthe holier than thouwould think heaven was hellwhen the sinners go marching inwhen the sinners go marching inas a kid he ran a garden hosefrom his bedroom to a faucetcos he had a garden of hellgrowing in his bedroom closethe'd spray Lysol around to hidethe smell of what he'd been-a-smokin'someday if there's sulphur where he's boundLysol will keep him from chokin'but he let folks think what they willone man's smile's another man's sinat least if you live for the thrillthen you'll die with a grinhe'd say he knew somehowthe holier than thouwould think heaven was hellwhen the sinners go marching inwhen the sinners go marching inhe'd peek down Aunt Petunia's blousewhile he said grace over dinnerhe'd say that the sign of ev'ry saintis admitting that they're snnersand when he was in that nursing homewhen his poor old joints were hurtin'they'd catch him buck nekkid with my auntsmoke-a-pourin' 'neath his curtainbut he let folks think what they willone man's smile's another man's sinat least if you live for the thrillthen you'll die with a grinhe'd say he knew somehowthe holier than thouwould think heaven was hellwhen the sinners go marching inwhen the sinners go marching in(c)2005 Robert George