Rudy Ray Moore — So Glad I Could Come

[Verse] Now you take, there you take a A young case worker come through our neighborhood You know there's a lot of boys, that's you know Gettin' out gettin' their uh, little uh, uh, charity, you know So then, yeah, that's right, so-so case worker come through And she rung a young man's doorbell And did not ask him any questions She walked in the door, punched the doorbell Went on in, pulled off all her clothes, laid down Kicked up both legs, and then she looked at him and said "Young man, are you married?", he said "Yes, I'm married" She jumps up and put on all her clothes And get ready to walk out the door Says "What's wrong, young lady? What's wrong, what's wrong?" She said "Honey, this here that I got is for the needy Not for the greedy" You know, I went, I went to school As I say, I went to school, and all of those things happened And a lot of thing happened in school, but, but this Th-this is one that happened in church I arrived in church yesterday, and the preacher said "Uh huh, mmm hmm, this mornin' my brothers and sisters" Said "I want everybody to get up and testify Tell the old reverend just how glad you are to be here" Sister Mary was the first one to jump up and testify "Oh Reverend!" said "This morning, I'm so glad I could come this morning, reverend" Said "Reverend, it ain't often Sister Mary can come But she come this morning and honey, she glad of it" Said "Reverend, you know my old husband He couldn't come with me, but I come by myself baby" Said "Maybe next Sunday Me and that old rat will come together" Now you know I am from Mississippi, and I'm glad To be from there, but I went back home To visit my mother and father Just as I got on the yard, my little brother He about six years old and cute as he wanna be He said "Daddy" Said "There's a preacher at the house Tryin' to same mama's soul" Daddy said "Son, you go back to the house" Said "If there's a holiness preacher I want you to lock up my ice box, 'cause that rat Will eat up all our food" Said "Is Methodist preacher, I want you to hide my ripple And my thunderbird, 'cause that scamp will drink it all up" Said "If it's one of them old fun-lovin', joy-poppin' Fat biscut-eatin, gravy-soppin' Baptist preachers I want you to sit in mama's lap And don't you move 'til I get there, either"