The Preacher and the Slave
A Song by Joe Hill
Long-haired preachers come out every night
Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right
But when asked how 'bout something to eat
They will answer with voices so sweet
Chorus
You will eat, bye and bye
In that glorious land above the sky
Work and Pray, live on hay
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
I could wish that this song were no longer so true, but I'd rather work to make it unnecessary. Thanks to scienceblogs.com for pointing me in this direction.
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