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Widespread Panic

Genres: Rock

Henry Parsons Died Lyrics - Widespread Panic

It was six o' clock on Saturday 

Henry Parsons died. 

All of his good neighbors say 

That man was never truly satisfied. 

Preacherman never said no prayers 

Church bells didn't ring 

Everybody stood up and stared when some 

Choirgirls jumped up and started to sing 

 

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia. 

Devil still called his name. 

Every time he shot up drinking holy wine 

He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame. 

 

Had an auction on his from porch this morning 

Sold off all his clothes 

Sold off his four-poster bed 

There were debutantes and old ladies breaking out in fights in the front row 

Burned his house and spent the night 

Smoke rose thick and black 

Now Henry Parsons' got no place to stay 

If he ever gets the nerve up to come back 

 

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia. 

Devil still called his name. 

Every time he shot up drinking holy wine 

He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame. 

 

Everybody knows his name 

They've heard about his reputation 

They all came to see him buried down in the ground 

What you might call a little bit of morbid fascination 

What is everybody gonna say? 

What is everybody gonna do? 

Now that Henry Parsons' passed away 

We got no one to lay our guilt on to 

 

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia. 

Devil still called his name. 

Every time he shot up drinking holy wine 

He'd spill it all down... 

 

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia. 

Devil still called his name. 

Every time he shot up drinking holy wine 

He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame. 

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