Don’t you let nobody turn you ‘roun’
Don’t you let nobody turn you ‘roun’
Keep the straight and narrow way

I was at the river of Jordan
Baptism was egun
John baptized the multitude
But he sprinkled nary one

The baptis’ they go by water
The methodes’ go by lan’
But when they get to heaven
They’ll shake other’s hand

You may be a good baptis’
An’ a good methode’ as well
But if you ain’t the pure in heart
Yo’ soul is boun’ for hell