The Gospel (According to Fishermen)

I was raised in the house of a real holy roller
Warned the people about the ways of sin
He said go out yonder to the water and travel
'Cause disciples they were fishers of men
Yeah disciples they were fishers of men
So I got me a job on the first boat rowin'
And it’s been a mighty long time
Since I sat in the house of my father and my mother
Or I seen that woman of mine
Yeah that good lovin' gal of mine
I said babe I’m a-goin' on a little bitty journey
I’ll be back when the fishin' is through
While I’m waitin' in case get ready
For when Jesus comes for you
When the Good Lord comes for you
When Jesus comes for you
Here it comes
Sayin' «Shall we gather by the water
The beautiful water
Shall we gather by the water
That flows from the throne of God»
Truth it lies in the love of a woman
Lord don’t sink this boat
I got a pretty little thing waitin' in New Orleans
With a dagger by her throat
She don’t wanna do it but she’s that crazy
And if I don’t make it back
She’ll probably die alone and cold
As the creole night turns black
Sayin' «Shall we gather by the water
The beautiful water
Shall we gather by the water
That flows from the throne of God»
Shall we gather by the water
The beautiful water
Shall we gather by the water
That flows from the throne of God