Oh, my Good Lord's done been here!
Blessed my soul and gone away,
My Good Lord's done been here,
Blessed my soul and gone.

When I get up in Heaven,
And-a my work is done,
Goin' to sit down by Sister Mary,
And chatter with the darlin' Son.

Hold up the Baptist finger,
Hold up the Baptist hand,
When I get in the Heavens,

White as the drifting snow,
If your soul ain't been converted,
To Hell you're sure to go.