Long-haired preachers come out every night, Try to tell you what’s wrong and what’s right; But when asked how ’bout something to eat They will answer with voices so sweet:
You will eat, bye and bye, In that glorious land above the sky; Work and Pray, live on hay, You’ll get pie in the sky when you die. And the starvation army they play, And they sing and they clap and they pray. Till they get all your coin on the drum, Then they tell you when you are on the bum:
If you fight hard for children and wife Try to get something good in this life You’re a sinner and bad man, they tell, When you die you will sure go to hell.
Workingmen of all countries unite, Side by side we for freedom will fight; When the world and its wealth we have gained To the grafters we’ll sing this refrain:
Last Chorus :
You will eat, bye and bye, When you’ve learned how to cook and to fry Chop some wood, ’twill do you good And you’ll eat in the sweet bye and bye.