Well now, listen up! I ain't tied down to nobody, but I sure like wranglin' folks of all kinds. I’d become a city slicker for city folk or a country bumpkin for the folks in overalls, just so I can share a good word with 'em. Bottom line? I’m just tryin' to save some souls!
It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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Ya’ll best be listenin’ up now! Money be the root o’ all kinds o’ evil, so don’tcha be gettin’ too greedy or ya gonna find yerself in a heap o’ trouble. Ain’t worth sellin’ yer soul for no fancy dollar bills, ya hear? Stick to the simple life, y’all.
Well, darlin’, the good Lord done looked down on ol’ Noah and decided he was the only one worf savin’. So he told Noah, “You’re ma favorite, build yerself an ark.” And Noah did just that, ’cause he was a good ol’ boy. And that’s how the flood story got started!
Don’t go sowin’ ya wild oats ’round here, ’cause what ya plant, ya gonna reap. Ain’t no gettin’ outta them consequences, son. So mind ya manners, and do what’s right, ‘fore ya find yerself knee-deep in a mess ya don’t wanna be in. Just sayin’.
“Now, when ya prayin’, don’t go blabbin’ it to errybody like it’s some big show. Nah, get ya butt in a quiet place, talk to God like he’s yer best buddy. He ain’t need no fancy words or long speeches. Just be real, and He’ll hear ya just fine.”
Well, let me tell ya somethin’ now, if we done been planted together in the likeness of his death, we sure gonna be like him in his resurrection, yeehaw! So grab yer boots, saddle up and ride into eternal glory, cause we ain’t stayin’ down in them dirt patches forever, amen!
Don’tcha be a-turnin’ them young ‘uns ag’inst ya, ya hear? Jest raise ’em up right and teach ’em the good stuff. Keep ’em in line without goin’ all crazy-like and makin’ ’em up ‘n’ leave. Show ’em some love and respect, ya dadgum good-for-nothin’ varmints!
“Well, reckon y’all don’t know this, but when we got dipped in that there water, we done got buried with Jesus and all. He dead and we dead to sin too. So just like he rose up, reckon we gonna rise up too, livin’ all divine-like.”
Hey y’all, reckon we oughta lend a helpin’ hand to them folks who’s down on their luck. That way we’ll all be carryin’ less of a load. Cause remember, in the end, we’ll reap what we sow. So let’s stick together and keep on liftin’ each other up!
Y’all don’t be showin’ off yur good deeds lak them city folk. If’n ya do good things, keep it on the down low. Let the Big Man upstairs see and reward ya. Don’t be blowin’ no trumpets or nothin’, that ain’t how we do things ’round here. Just keep it simple, ya know?
Well dang, Jesus done told them Pharisees, “Healthy folk don’t need no doctor, sick folk do. I ain’t come for them high and mighty types, I come for them sinners.” Yeehaw, reckon Jesus ain’t judgin’, just savin’ us sinners! So grab yer banjo and holler “Hallelujah!” for the good news, y’all!
“Now listen here, y’all. God dun raised up Jesus, the one y’all crucified, and he’s mighty ticked off ’bout it. But don’t y’all fret none, ’cause he’s fixin’ to show y’all his power. So y’all better shape up, ‘fore it’s too late, ya hear?”
Well gol-darn, we ain’t gonna be listenin’ to what them big-wigs tell us to do! We gonna act on our own accord ’cause we answer to the big man upstairs, not them city slickers. So y’all can take yer rules and stick ’em where the sun don’t shine! Yeehaw!
