Just Next To Me
Our preacher sure did pour it on,
But he just let me be.
He took the starch all out of them
That sat just next to me.
You should have heard the things he said;
It was true as it could be;
He burned the seat from under them
That sat just next to me.
He hit the nail square on the head;
With him, I did agree.
He trimmed the dead limb off them
That sat just next to me.
And when I got to thinking
I felt sneaking as could be;
And when I turned to look at him
His guns were turned on me.