Sunday while driving in eastern Kentucky

I was down in the dumps when I got lucky

 

There on my left was a little country church

With a bunch of cars and trucks all covered in dirt

 

Then I said to myself this looks like a great place

I’ll find me a seat in a pew that has a space

 

Then the preacher took the stage and he began to roar

About how we’re sinners and will burn in hell ever more

 

He then picked up a bucket and swung it at the crowd

And people started chanting and crying out loud

 

There were snakes all flying across those church pews

I’m not sure how many but I guarantee a 100 or two

 

A lady caught one flying at us and thank God she didn’t miss

Then looked straight in it’s eyes and gave it a big ole kiss

 

I decided it was time to go and run toward the door

But when I looked down snakes were all over the floor

 

My legs began to tremble and I had nowhere to run

But I knew I to get out cause kissing snakes ain’t fun

 

I jumped from pew to pew until at last I was out the door

I can say without a doubt I ain’t going to that snake church no more

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker