Oh early Sunday morning, Lord, Lord, Lord   The preacher went a huntin’, Lord, Lord, Lord   And he carried along a shotgun, Lord, Lord, Lord   And along came a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord   Well he shot down a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord   And the gun went all belly, Lord, Lord, Lord   And down come the grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord   Took six weeks of falling, Lord, Lord, Lord   And six weeks calling, Lord, Lord, Lord   And they put him on the table, Lord, Lord, Lord   And your wife and my wife, Lord, Lord, Lord   There’s time for feather pickin’, Lord, Lord, Lord   But the fork wouldn’t stick it, Lord, Lord, Lord   And the knife wouldn’t cut it, Lord, Lord, Lord   And they put him in the oven, Lord, Lord, Lord   But the oven wouldn’t burn him, Lord, Lord, Lord   And they him in the hog pen, Lord, Lord, Lord   But the hog couldn’t eat it, Lord, Lord, Lord   And he broke the hog’s teeth out, Lord, Lord, Lord   So they threw him in the sawmill, Lord, Lord, Lord   And the sawmill wouldn’t cut him, Lord, Lord, Lord   And he broke the saw’s teeth off, Lord, Lord, Lord   And the last time I seen him, Lord, Lord, Lord   She was flyin’ ‘cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, Lord   With a long string o'gosling, Lord, Lord, Lord   And they’re all goin’ quack, quack, Lord, Lord, Lord.