Oh, the foxes have holes in the ground

And the birds have their nests in the air

And ev’rything has a hidin’ place

But us poor sinners ain’t go nowhere

   Now ain’t them hard trials

   Great tribulations

   Hard trials, hard trials

   I’m a-bound to leave this land

You may go this way

You may go that way

You may go from door to door

But if you haven’t the good Lord in your heart

The Devil will get you sure

   Now ain’t them hard trials

   Great tribulations

   Hard trials, hard trials

   I’m a-bound to leave this land

Methodist, Methodist

That’s my name

Methodist till I die

I was baptize on the Methodist side

And a Methodist will I die