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Album: Miscellaneous (2003)
Artists: Widespread Panic

  1. Ain't Life Grand
  2. Airplane
  3. Barstools And Dreamers
  4. Better Off
  5. Blackout Blues (Off The Ground)
  6. C Brown
  7. Can't Get High
  8. Chilly Water
  9. Coconuts
  10. Contentment Blues
  11. Diner
  12. Dream Song
  13. Driving Song
  14. Fishwater
  15. Gomero Blanco
  16. Hatfield
  17. Henry Parsons Died
  18. Heroes
  19. Holden Oversoul
  20. I'm Not Alone
  21. Jack
  22. Junior
  23. Little Kin
  24. Love Tractor
  25. Makes Sense To Me
  26. Me And The Devil Blues , Heaven (Robert Johnson ,
  27. Mercy
  28. Papa Legba
  29. Papa's Home
  30. Pickin' Up The Pieces
  31. Pigeons
  32. Pilgrims
  33. Pleas
  34. Postcard
  35. Proving Ground
  36. Raise The Roof
  37. The Big Parade


Widespread Panic
Miscellaneous
Henry Parsons Died
Transcribed by:
Brian Whitman
John B. Carroll
The Original Lyrics File

It was six o'clock 'bout Saturday
When Henry Parsons died
All his good neighbors say
That man was never truly satisfied
Preacher man, he wouldn't say no prayer
Church bells didn't ring
But all the people stood up and stared
When a choir girl jumped up and started to sing

Chorus:
Was baptised in every creek in Georgia
Devil still called his name
Every time he shot up, drinkin' holy wine
He spill it down in shame

They held an auction on his front porch this morning
Sold off all his clothes
Sold off his four-poster bed
Debutantes great aunt in the front row
They burnt the house and spent the night
The smoke rose, thick and black
Now Henry Parsons got no place to stay
If he ever gets the nerve up to come back

Baptised in every creek in Georgia
Devil still calls his name
Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine
He spilled his down in shame

Everybody all over this town
Knew his reputation
All came to see him buried down in the ground
What you might call a little morbid fascination
What is everybody gonna say?
What is everybody gonna do?
Now Henry Parsons he passed away
Now I know where I plan to give John to (??)

Baptised in every creek in Georgia
Devil still calls his name
Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine
He spilled it down, down

Baptised in every creek in Georgia
Devil still calls his name (calls his name)
Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine
He spilled it down in shame, in shame
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