Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin 
A way of livin right, 
Said he, No wingin, no ragtime singin tonight. 
Up jumped Aunt Hagar, and shouted out with all her might: 

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Oh, taint no use to preachin, 
Oh, taint no use to teachin; 
Each modulation of syncopation, 
Just tells my feet to dance and I cant refuse, 
When I hear the melody they call the blues, 
Those ever-lovin blues! 

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Just hear Aunt Hagars chillun harmonizin to that old mournful tune! 
Its like choir from on high broke loose! 
If the devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me, 
Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin

Aunt Hagars Blues! 

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Just hear Aunt Hagars chillun harmonizin to that old mournful tune! 
Its like choir from on high broke loose! 
If the devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me, 
Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin

Aunt Hagars Blues!