| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Lyrics:First verseDeacon Johnson was a preachin' to his flock, At a big camp meetin' one day, At a big camp meetin' one day; When a brother who was sittin' list'nin' to his text, Got angry and was forced to say, Got angry and was forced to say: Brudder! how can you preach And expect to teach these folks how to be good?
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