Pussies of Gold

from Choice Doyce: The Best of Doyce Whisanant by Doyce Whisanant & Macular Degenerates

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lyrics

Pussies of Gold

Deep in the mountains, when I was born
there was a place where
I'd always be there
come Sunday morn.
A tar paper shelter
we called a church.
Away from the pulpit,
I'd prowl the carpet a-looking up skirts.

I'm crossing to Canaan,
'tis there I shall go.
Pathways to pleasance,
squinting in heaven's glorious glow.
I'm stroking 'cross Jordan,
'tis there I must row
to hooters in heaven,
asses of angels, and
pussies of gold.

Deep in them valleys,
I learned by-and-by
with some indiscretion
to skim the collection plate on the sly.
I pilfered and plundered,
and squirreled away.
I bought me some glasses
for looking at asses every Lord's day.

I'm gazing at glory, and satiny rolls.
Inches from pleasance,
squinting up heaven's comeliest folds.
I'm stroking 'cross Jordan,
'tis then I must know
hooters in heaven,
asses of angels, and
pussies of gold.

In the cleft of them mountains
where I was born,
there is a place where
I'll always be there
come Sunday morn.
A vast coliseum we call a church.
I stand in my pulpit,
a sanctified culprit a-looking up skirts.

I'm spying out angels
but none of them knows
a thing of the angles
my lenses dangle, or of what they show.
I'm stroking towards Jordan,
and there I shall know
hooters in heaven, asses of angels,
pussies of gold.