| Song | Down South Camp Meetin' |
| Artist | The Manhattan Transfer |
| Album | The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland |
| 作词 : Henderson, Hendricks, Mills | |
| Saints and sinners, come one, come all | |
| (have a little revival) | |
| Losers, winners, answer my call | |
| 'cause right now the tent's up | |
| (really it is) | |
| The word's out - | |
| (truly, it is) | |
| An' has been since the dawn | |
| (hear me tell ya) | |
| The call's out | |
| (really it is) | |
| An' we're 'bout | |
| (tendin' t'biz) | |
| To git this meetin' on - hear me tellin' you | |
| Brothers n' sisters who want to repent | |
| (that's right!) | |
| You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tent | |
| Cheryl's solo: | |
| Lend an ear an' you'll see | |
| 'cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody | |
| Knows it better than me | |
| I was so low that i know that only a miracle like this is | |
| The only way t' heavenly bliss | |
| It's really the truth, lawdy, i know it | |
| I know it 'cuz i been taken through it | |
| Now the spirits in me an' allowed the lord | |
| T'win me, i can testify to it | |
| Sweet, sweet the angel's song | |
| Sweet the feelin' i been searchin' for | |
| For ever so long | |
| I never again imagine livin' life | |
| Like i was livin' when i lived wrong | |
| Git ready | |
| (sing) | |
| Here they come! the choir's all set | |
| Be steady | |
| (pray) | |
| See the people fillin' them pews | |
| Be willin' | |
| (all) | |
| To announce without a regret | |
| It's thrillin'! | |
| (day) | |
| Tell the world the wonderful news | |
| Folks are troopin' in from far 'n near | |
| F' news that they can hardly wait to hear | |
| They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' | |
| For food for the soul, yeah | |
| Starved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow old | |
| Preacher's openin' up the book | |
| He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look | |
| 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone | |
| 'jes how t' do, yeah | |
| Start tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah | |
| Sister emmy lou done gone t' shoutin' | |
| An jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit | |
| The congregation's stompin' it's feet | |
| An' everybody's movin' outta their seat | |
| They really gonna get this meetin' on | |
| An' praise the lord until the dawn | |
| (yeah) - hear that preacher spread the word | |
| (hear that preacher) | |
| 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard | |
| He's our teacher | |
| When he says 'i'm callin' sinners right now you hear? | |
| I'm callin' sinners right to me' | |
| When ol' satan grabs your soul | |
| When he grabs you | |
| It takes the lord's true word to break his hold, | |
| Trouble nabs you | |
| So i say, 'you got to listen mostly to me. | |
| You got to listen closely.' | |
| Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' | |
| Gotta' keep the vigil every minute | |
| Or the devil surely git you | |
| 'watch your step 'n how you act | |
| Watch what you do | |
| Mister scratch is here, an' that's a fact | |
| He wants you too | |
| If anyone can stop him, i can | |
| That's why i'm the preacher man' | |
| We hear the word | |
| We hear your voice | |
| We know there really isn't any other choice | |
| Head f'heaven t'day | |
| (we're on the gospel train) | |
| We can show you the way | |
| (relieve all strain) | |
| Leave your cares and your woes | |
| (yes!) | |
| Heaven knows | |
| (yes!) | |
| Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes | |
| (yes!) | |
| Come git aboard | |
| (we still got space) | |
| Hear the word of the lord | |
| (we saved your place) | |
| Save your soul while y'can | |
| (yes!) | |
| Sinner man | |
| (yes!) | |
| Git on as fast as you can | |
| (repeat) | |
| You've heard the sermon sublime | |
| Down south camp meetin' time! |
| zuò cí : Henderson, Hendricks, Mills | |
| Saints and sinners, come one, come all | |
| have a little revival | |
| Losers, winners, answer my call | |
| ' cause right now the tent' s up | |
| really it is | |
| The word' s out | |
| truly, it is | |
| An' has been since the dawn | |
| hear me tell ya | |
| The call' s out | |
| really it is | |
| An' we' re ' bout | |
| tendin' t' biz | |
| To git this meetin' on hear me tellin' you | |
| Brothers n' sisters who want to repent | |
| that' s right! | |
| You' ll find what you' ve been lookin' for right here in the tent | |
| Cheryl' s solo: | |
| Lend an ear an' you' ll see | |
| ' cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody | |
| Knows it better than me | |
| I was so low that i know that only a miracle like this is | |
| The only way t' heavenly bliss | |
| It' s really the truth, lawdy, i know it | |
| I know it ' cuz i been taken through it | |
| Now the spirits in me an' allowed the lord | |
| T' win me, i can testify to it | |
| Sweet, sweet the angel' s song | |
| Sweet the feelin' i been searchin' for | |
| For ever so long | |
| I never again imagine livin' life | |
| Like i was livin' when i lived wrong | |
| Git ready | |
| sing | |
| Here they come! the choir' s all set | |
| Be steady | |
| pray | |
| See the people fillin' them pews | |
| Be willin' | |
| all | |
| To announce without a regret | |
| It' s thrillin'! | |
| day | |
| Tell the world the wonderful news | |
| Folks are troopin' in from far ' n near | |
| F' news that they can hardly wait to hear | |
| They' re nearly starved ' cause they' re waitin' | |
| For food for the soul, yeah | |
| Starved ' cause they' re waitin' for what will not grow old | |
| Preacher' s openin' up the book | |
| He' s gonna pause awhile an' take a look | |
| ' n then he' ll start tellin' everyone | |
| ' jes how t' do, yeah | |
| Start tellin' everyone jus' what' s true, yeah | |
| Sister emmy lou done gone t' shoutin' | |
| An jumpin' ' cause she feels the spirit | |
| The congregation' s stompin' it' s feet | |
| An' everybody' s movin' outta their seat | |
| They really gonna get this meetin' on | |
| An' praise the lord until the dawn | |
| yeah hear that preacher spread the word | |
| hear that preacher | |
| ' cause its the greatest word you ever heard | |
| He' s our teacher | |
| When he says ' i' m callin' sinners right now you hear? | |
| I' m callin' sinners right to me' | |
| When ol' satan grabs your soul | |
| When he grabs you | |
| It takes the lord' s true word to break his hold, | |
| Trouble nabs you | |
| So i say, ' you got to listen mostly to me. | |
| You got to listen closely.' | |
| Don' t let the devil catch y' nappin' | |
| Gotta' keep the vigil every minute | |
| Or the devil surely git you | |
| ' watch your step ' n how you act | |
| Watch what you do | |
| Mister scratch is here, an' that' s a fact | |
| He wants you too | |
| If anyone can stop him, i can | |
| That' s why i' m the preacher man' | |
| We hear the word | |
| We hear your voice | |
| We know there really isn' t any other choice | |
| Head f' heaven t' day | |
| we' re on the gospel train | |
| We can show you the way | |
| relieve all strain | |
| Leave your cares and your woes | |
| yes! | |
| Heaven knows | |
| yes! | |
| Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes | |
| yes! | |
| Come git aboard | |
| we still got space | |
| Hear the word of the lord | |
| we saved your place | |
| Save your soul while y' can | |
| yes! | |
| Sinner man | |
| yes! | |
| Git on as fast as you can | |
| repeat | |
| You' ve heard the sermon sublime | |
| Down south camp meetin' time! |