Burnin' Hell Songtext
von John Lee Hooker
Burnin' Hell Songtext
Everybody′s talking 'bout that
Burning hell
Ain′t no heaven and
Ain't no burning hell
Where I die, where I go
Nobody tell
I say, oh, can't nobody tell
′bout that burnin′ hell
Yeah!
Yeah!
Well, mama told me
Papa did too
Go down to the church on Sunday
Get on your bended knee
Ask deacon Jones just to pray for you
I say, oh, ask deacon Jones
Oh Lord we praise you
Pampa!
Pampa pan!
Go down to the church on Sunday
Get on your bended knee
Told deacon Jones and say
Pray for me
Deacon Jones say son
Here my hand
Yeah
I'm going to yeah, yeah
Pray for you, if I do
Never pray no more
Yeah, deacon Jones
He prayed
Yeah
I don′t feel
I don't form
They never think (?)
Show could you (?)
Ain′t gone pray no more
Burning hell
Ain′t no heaven and
Ain't no burning hell
Where I die, where I go
Nobody tell
I say, oh, can't nobody tell
′bout that burnin′ hell
Yeah!
Yeah!
Well, mama told me
Papa did too
Go down to the church on Sunday
Get on your bended knee
Ask deacon Jones just to pray for you
I say, oh, ask deacon Jones
Oh Lord we praise you
Pampa!
Pampa pan!
Go down to the church on Sunday
Get on your bended knee
Told deacon Jones and say
Pray for me
Deacon Jones say son
Here my hand
Yeah
I'm going to yeah, yeah
Pray for you, if I do
Never pray no more
Yeah, deacon Jones
He prayed
Yeah
I don′t feel
I don't form
They never think (?)
Show could you (?)
Ain′t gone pray no more
Writer(s): Bernard Besman, John Lee Hooker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com