Pete Seeger - Aimee Semple McPherson lyrics
[Pete Seeger - Aimee Semple McPherson lyrics]
Did you ever hear the
Story of Aimee McPherson?
Aimee McPherson, that wonderful person
She weight a hundred eighty and
Her hair was red
And preached a wicked sermon
So the papers said
Hi dee hi dee hi dee hi
Ho dee ho dee ho dee ho
Aimee built herself a radio station
To broadcast her preaching to the nation
She found a man named
Armistead who knew enough
To run the radio while Aimee did her stuff
She held a camp meeting out at Ocean Park
Preached from early morning 'til after dark
Said the benediction, folded up her tent
And nobody knew where Aimee went
When Aimee McPherson got back
From this journey
She told her tale to the district attorney
Said she'd been kidnapped on a lonely trail
In spite of all the questions
She stuck to her tale
Well, the Grand Jury started an investigation
Uncovered a lot of spicy information
Found out about a love
Nest down at Carmel-by-the-Sea
Where the liquor was expensive and
The loving was free
They found a cottage with a breakfast nook
A folding bed with a worn-out look
The slats were busted and
The springs were loose and the dents in the
Mattress fitted Aimee's caboose
Well they took poor Aimee and
They threw her in jail
Last I heard she was out on bail
They'll send her up for a stretch, I guess
She worked herself up into an awful mess
Now Radio Ray is a going hound
He's going yet and he ain't been found
They got his description
But they got it too late
Sin they got it, he's lost a lot of weight
Now I'll end my story in the usual way
About this lady preacher's holiday
If you don't get the moral then
You're the gal for me
'Cause they got a lot of
Cottages down at Carmel-by-the-Sea
Story of Aimee McPherson?
Aimee McPherson, that wonderful person
She weight a hundred eighty and
Her hair was red
And preached a wicked sermon
So the papers said
Hi dee hi dee hi dee hi
Ho dee ho dee ho dee ho
Aimee built herself a radio station
To broadcast her preaching to the nation
She found a man named
Armistead who knew enough
To run the radio while Aimee did her stuff
She held a camp meeting out at Ocean Park
Preached from early morning 'til after dark
Said the benediction, folded up her tent
And nobody knew where Aimee went
When Aimee McPherson got back
From this journey
She told her tale to the district attorney
Said she'd been kidnapped on a lonely trail
In spite of all the questions
She stuck to her tale
Well, the Grand Jury started an investigation
Uncovered a lot of spicy information
Found out about a love
Nest down at Carmel-by-the-Sea
Where the liquor was expensive and
The loving was free
They found a cottage with a breakfast nook
A folding bed with a worn-out look
The slats were busted and
The springs were loose and the dents in the
Mattress fitted Aimee's caboose
Well they took poor Aimee and
They threw her in jail
Last I heard she was out on bail
They'll send her up for a stretch, I guess
She worked herself up into an awful mess
Now Radio Ray is a going hound
He's going yet and he ain't been found
They got his description
But they got it too late
Sin they got it, he's lost a lot of weight
Now I'll end my story in the usual way
About this lady preacher's holiday
If you don't get the moral then
You're the gal for me
'Cause they got a lot of
Cottages down at Carmel-by-the-Sea