Widespread Panic - Henry Parson Died Lyrics
Transcribed by: Brian Whitman John B. Carroll The Original Lyrics File It was six o'clock 'bout SaturdayWhen Henry Parsons diedAll his good neighbors sayThat man was never truly satisfiedPreacher man, he wouldn't say no prayerChurch bells didn't ringBut all the people stood up and staredWhen a choir girl jumped up and started to singChorus:Was baptised in every creek in GeorgiaDevil still called his nameEvery time he shot up, drinkin' holy wineHe spill it down in shameThey held an auction on his front porch this morningSold off all his clothesSold off his four-poster bedDebutantes great aunt in the front rowThey burnt the house and spent the nightThe smoke rose, thick and blackNow Henry Parsons got no place to stayIf he ever gets the nerve up to come backBaptised in every creek in GeorgiaDevil still calls his nameEvery time he shot up, drinking holy wineHe spilled his down in shameEverybody all over this townKnew his reputationAll came to see him buried down in the groundWhat you might call a little morbid fascinationWhat is everybody gonna say?What is everybody gonna do?Now Henry Parsons he passed awayNow I know where I plan to give John to (??)Baptised in every creek in GeorgiaDevil still calls his nameEvery time he shot up, drinking holy wineHe spilled it down, downBaptised in every creek in GeorgiaDevil still calls his name (calls his name)Every time he shot up, drinking holy wineHe spilled it down in shame, in shame
