Preacher Bill come to our house
One Sunday bright and fine
To fill his belly with sweet potatoes
Biscuits, chicken and wine
He took our Nelly back up the barn
And carried on a sight
I heard him whisper in her ear
"There 'll be no church tonight."
There'll be no church tonight, my dear
There'll be no church tonight!
One more kiss from your red lips
And there'll be now church tonight!
While peeking through my knot-hole
I seen him take her hand
Put his hand upon her bosom
And called it the promised land
The mountains of life and glory's hills
As he touched her leg so light
He gasped for air and said a prayer
"There'll be no church tonight!"
There'll be no church tonight, my dear
There'll be no church tonight!
One more kiss from your red lips
And there'll be now church tonight!
She lay on a pile of hay
And gently closed her eyes
She said the word of the 23rd psalm
To the good Lord and the skies;
What I seen through that knot-hole
I cannot sing or write
But now I know the reason why
There'll be no church tonight
There'll be no church tonight, my dear
There'll be no church tonight!
One more kiss from your red lips
And there'll be now church tonight!