IT'S G-L-O-R-Y TO KNOW I'M S-A-V-E-D
Blue Sky Boys, 1920s

CHORUS: It's G-L-O-R-Y to know I'm S-A-V-E-D.
I'm H-A-P-P-Y because I'm F-R-Double-E
I once was B-O-U-N-D by the chains of S-I-N,
But it's V-I-C-T-O-R-Y to know I've Christ within.

Some folks jump up and down all night, and D-A-N-C-E,
While others go to church just to show their brand new H-A-T,
And on their faces they put great lumps of P-A-I-N-T,
And then they'll have the nerve to claim they're S-A-V-E-D. CHORUS

I know some girls in this town who are so N-I-C-E,
They do their hair in the latest style that's B-O-B-B-E-D.
They go to parties every night and drink W-I-N-E,
And then they'll have the neck to claim they're S-A-V-E-D. CHORUS

I know a man, I think his name's B-R-O-W-N.
He supports prohibition but he trades in G-I-N.
He helps to put that poison in his neighbor's C-U-P,
But on Sunday morning he lets on he's S-A-V-E-D. CHORUS

[We don't use this next verse:]
I've seen some boys lean back and puff their S-M-O-K-E,
While others chew and spit out all their J-U-I-C-E.
They play their cards and shoot their guns and drink their P-O-P,
And then they'll have the brass to say they're S-A-V-E-D.