One more Sunday in Savannah Hear the whole creation shoutin´ Praise the Lord See them flinging out the banner
While the congregation says amen
Young folk Tendin´ Sunday School They sing merrilly ´bout the golden rule Horse sense preaching all the day They all hollar in the righteous way
It´s time for me to call on Mother Hannah While she sits there wishing for her last reward One more Sunday in Savannah One more Sunday in Atlanta It´s the same thing Same feeling