I didn't have no money I didn't have no suit I come like I was used to My trousers tared, to boot. They looked at me thru glasses They looked at me thru frowns They looked at me thru dimund rings An' felt an' velvet gowns. The choir was shore dress'd purty The men's skirts flowed so nice The ladies hare was poofed up To add a little spice. The sanktiary sparkled Right proud, it seemed to me The brass was polished, Navy-like Cood almos' feel the sea. The usher, he tore by me To fine Miss Dilly's seat Brushed it off and helped her in Smiled at her real sweet. Seemed like he musta miss'd me But I spect he's real confused Life is tough a'seetin folks In padded velvet pews. The folks was all real busy No one ast my name Who I wuz, or war I'ze frum Or why on earth I came. I kinda get the feelin' That God had left me go The kinda folks is comin' here Don' need me in their show. Didn' get to hear no preachin' Cause there wasn't no more place Fur sinners in the congregation Of the human race. baf