Well the preacher in his church house All reared back in his chair But when you tell him about his duty He’ll say that he don’t care 
Chorus Do you call that religion, oh no Do you call that religion, no child no Do you call that religion, oh no I declare ain’t that a shame 
You claim that you’ve been converted Why don’t you stop telling lies Quit drinkin’ your beer and your whiskey And live a more different life 
Last Sunday while the preacher was a-preachin’ Lord, you all began to shout When he asked for a little collection You had your mouth poked out 
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