Bring It With You When You Come

There's an old-fashioned preacher down in Alabama

The people call him Elder Take-It-All

There's a text that he features in a clever manner

And it makes his congregation fall

When he looked down over his specks

They know that this is next:

He hollers "Brothers, sisters, sinners, hypocrites

Bring it with you when you come

Give according to what you get

But don't you bring me less than two bits

'Cause I've got a family that I have got to support

And I must have my correct dram to clear my throat

There's only one here that I'm gonna let go

And that's that nice little sister in the very last row

So brothers, sisters, everybody else

You better bring it with you when you come"

I say brothers, sisters, sinners, hypocrites

You better bring it with you when you come

Just give according to what you get

But don't you bring me less than two bits

'Cause I've got a family that I have got to support

And I must have my correct dram to clear my throat

There's only one here I'm gonna let go

That nice little sister in the very last row

So brothers, sisters, everybody else

You better fetch it with you when you come