I went down to camp meetin' just the other afternoon
for to hear them dance and sing.
Tellin' each other how they love one another
and to make a hallelujah's ring.
There was old Uncle Dan and Land Brother Ebeneezer,
Uncle Rupert, Santa singin' Galsoo.
Aunt Polly, Aunt Melinda and old Mother Bindi,
well I never seen a happier crew.
Oh children, I believe.
Oh little children, don't I believe.
Oh children, I believe.
I'm a Methodist till I die.
I'm a Methodist, a Methodist it is my belief.
I'm a Methodist until I die.
When old Grim Death comes a-knockin' at the door,
I'm a Methodist till I die.
Don't they all go there to have a
big time and eat their grub so fine.
Have applesauce,
butter and sugar and a gold and a great big Methodist pie.
Well you ought to hear it ringin' when they
all get to singin' that good old bye and bye.
Brother Jimmy McGee in the top of a tree hollered,
Lord I'm born to die.
Oh children, I believe.
Oh little children, don't I believe.
Oh children,
I believe.
I'm a Methodist till I die.
I'm a Methodist, a Methodist it is my belief.
I'm a Methodist till I die.
When old Grim Death comes a-knockin' at the door,
I'm a Methodist till I die.
Then they all join hands and dance around,
ring keep singin' all the while.
You'd think it was a cyclone a-comin' through the air,
you could hear them shout a half a mile.
Then the bell rings loud and the great
big crowd breaks ranks and up they fly.
While I pour on that sugar and the
gourd and clean up the Methodist pie.
Oh children,
I believe.
Oh little children,
don't I believe.
Oh children,
I believe.
I'm a Methodist till I die.
I'm a Methodist, a Methodist it is my belief.
I'm a Methodist till I die.
When old Grim Death comes a-knockin' at the door,
I'm a Methodist till I die.