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

All her might

She said, "Oh, tain´t no use to preachin´
Oh, tain´t no use to teachin´, each modulation of syncopation
Just tells my feet to dance and I can´t refuse
When I hear the melody they call the blues, those ever lovin´ blues

Just hear Aunt Hagar´s children harmonizin´ to that old mournful tune
It´s a-like choir from on high broke loose, amen
If the Devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me
Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin´ Aunt Hagar´s blues