In the middle of the sermon, Parson Johnson rose
and started sniffing the air.
There was a peculiar smell tricklin’ up the parson’s nose.
That told him that gin was ‘round somewhere.

And he closed his Bible gently
in the middle of the psalm
and started figurin’ mentally
where that smell was coming from.

His eyes scanned every pew,
and then he did declare,
he says “I announce this meetin’ through…

(sung)

…until you kick in with my share.”
Oh
Bretheren if you want more preachin’
Save a little dram for me.
Glory hallelujah
Why drinkin’ gin ain’t against my teachin’.
Treat me with equality.

(spoken)

From this here smell it’s very plain to see
That somebody here’s been holding out on me.

(sung)

For
Bretheren if you want more preachin’
Save a little dram for me.

(spoken)

Now when they passed the bone dry law,
I was the very first to say that it never would stay
And neither did I think the law could regulate our thirst.
That’s why I’ve got some stored away.
Now since prohibition’s got us drinks is few and far between.
Of all the stingy brothers you’re the worst I’ve ever seen.
But I insist on my share.
Don’t say it’s all run out
Or else you’re going where--
You know that bad place I been preachin’ ‘bout?

(sung)

For
Bretheren if you want more preachin’
Save a little dram for me.
Glory hallelujah
Why drinkin’ gin ain’t against my teachin’.
Treat me with equality.

(spoken)

I’ve shared your joy and I’ve shared your sin
And believe me brothers I’m gwine to share your gin.

(sung)

For
Bretheren if you want more preachin’
Save a little dram for me.