Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin' the way of livin' right, yes   Said he, "No wingin', no ragtime singin', tonight", yes   Up jumped Aunt Hagar and shouted out with all her might   All her might      She said, "Oh, tain't no use to preachin'   Oh, tain't no use to teachin', each modulation of syncopation   Just tells my feet to dance and I can't refuse   When I hear the melody they call the blues, those ever lovin' blues      Just hear Aunt Hagar's children harmonizin' to that old mournful tune   It's a-like choir from on high broke loose, amen   If the Devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me   Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar's blues