Lyr Add: AIN'T GWINE GRIEVE MY GOD NO MORE

1.
Hypocrite, hypocrite, God despise,
His tongue so sharp he will tell lies;
Hypocrite, hypocrite, God despise,
His tongue so sharp he will tell lies.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
2.
Oh, wait, let me tell you what the hypocrite do,
He won't serve God, and he won't let you;
Wait, let me tell you what the hypocrite do,
He won't serve God, and he won't let you.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
3.
Stop, let me tell you what the hypocrite do,
He won't go to heaven, and he won't let you;
Stop, let me tell you what the hypocrite do,
He won't go to heaven and he won't let you.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
4.
Oh, if I had died the day when I was young,
I would not had this troubled race to run;
Oh, if I had died the day when I was young,
I would not had this troubled race to run.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
5.
If you want to get to heaven, let me tell you how,
Treat your neighbor like you ought to right here now;
If you want to get to heaven, let me tell you how,
Treat your neighbor like you ought to right here now.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
6.
I don't want to stumble, I don't want to fall,
I want to get to heaven when the roll is called;
I don't want to stumble, I don't want to fall,
I want to get to heaven when the roll is called.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
7.
The old Satan is mad, and I am glad,
And he missed that soul he thought he had;
The old Satan is mad, and I am glad,
And he missed that soul he thought he had.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
8.
The old Satan have him in a tight compress,
When the bugle blow he change his dress;
The old Satan have him in a tight compress,
When the bugle blow he change his dress.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
9.
The old Satan wear an iron shoe,
If you don't mind, he gwine step on you;*
The old Satan wear an iron shoe,
If you don't mind, he gwine step on you.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
10.
The Old Satan is a liar and a conger too, (conjuror)
If you don't mind he gwine conger you;
The Old Satan is a liar and a conger too,
If you don't mind he gwine conger you.*
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
11.
When I was walking down in dead men's lane,
Wrapt and tired in my sin and shame,
When I was walking down in dead men's lane,
Wrapt and tired in my sin and shame.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.
12.
The very hour I thought I was lost,
My dungeon shook and my chains fell off;*
The very hour I thought I was lost,
My dungeon shook and my chains fell off.
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more,
Ain't gwine grieve my God no more.

variants
*Old Satan wear an iron shoe,
If you don't mind gwine er slip it on you.
*Old Satan thought he had me fas',
I broke my chains an' am free at las'.
*Ole Satan's a liar an' cunjurer, too,
If you don't mind he'll cut you in two.
(A few others also cited).

Coll. by Mrs. Emma M. Backus, Grovetown, GA; submitted by Howard W. Odum, Jour. American Folk-Lore, 1913, vol. 26, no. 102, pp. 374-376.