my Sunday School teacher and then they die
and go to Hell, not just for a little
while but for forever so I say I
hear you, ma’am, and she finally sets me
free, she held me after class but now I
walk home as usual though ten minutes
late and I don’t want to go to Hell if
it’s as sorry as she says it is, when
she’s in a groove about God and Jesus
and the Holy Ghost a good preacher is
what she’d make but women can’t be ’em in
our church and I almost turned back to re
-mind her of that and then laugh Ha ha but
that would be sin and I’ll want a wife.
