Vanity In This Town

Lyrics

Church folks, let grace shine in your walk But first know you're right before you talk Because the devil has been granted a [?] excuse And for moonshine's sake, they have turned him a-loose In this town Women are not keen with the styles they wear Their skirts are too short and their arms are so bare And during next season, they [?] They'll discard their skirt and wear the waist so low In this town The absence of booze, it makes crimе no less [?] drink [blues?] and all kinds of mess Whilе churchgoing officials drink beer and wine The preacher himself, brother, [?] 'shine In this town Churchgoing women, to enchant her smile Have bobbed their hair in the actress style Manicuring their lips in the North and South To look just like a perch's mouth In this town Religious sheep like shepherd flock Got a church and a garage in nearly every block They stick to their minister like feathers to tar And the more churches they build, the worse they are In this town Always wrong is the way of a dunce He'd rather be a fool than a wise man once Swarming 'round church like bees on Sunday And down the dale they go on Monday In this town Church members and sinners are all one feather Like hogs in a ditch, they wallow together In the swindle they creep, the graft they dart And if judged by worth, you can't tell 'em apart In this town Many thousands of persons having no defense Are sorry and dying for their lack of sense Yet no one has ventured to rescue the creatures Who are led to hell by hypocrite preachers In this town Bootlegging people have very good points On running lewd houses and whiskey joints With only one iron and a washing tub Such dives are called a pressing club In this town Now in the moonshine sport, all are playing the same And there are two big leaders got a hand in the game Church plays the ace, preacher, the deuce And they both together turn the devil a-loose In this town