Oh, The Foxes Have Holes In The Ground    

Oh, the foxes have holes in the ground
And the birds have their nests in the air
And ev’rything has a hidin’ place
But us poor sinners ain’t go nowhere

Now ain’t them hard trials
Great tribulations
Hard trials, hard trials
I’m a-bound to leave this land

You may go this way
You may go that way
You may go from door to door
But if you haven’t the good Lord in your heart
The Devil will get you sure

Now ain’t them hard trials
Great tribulations
Hard trials, hard trials
I’m a-bound to leave this land

Methodist, Methodist
That’s my name
Methodist till I die
I was baptize on the Methodist side
And a Methodist will I die