There's an old time preacher named Elzie Banks And he tells it like it is He said you can't be good, if you're a little bit bad 'Cause the devil knows you're his And when preach yourself fire and brimstone You can almost see the flames When he says you walk them golden streets Ten thousand angels sing He'll break ice on the river In the middle of the wintertime And say, come on, sister, wade on in The water's mighty mighty fine He'd raise one hand toward the heaven And then he'd say, "Let's pray Come on, Lord, let's show this world We're gonna drown the old devil today" And we'll say, come on children Let your little light shine on the mountain top We'll get a kick out of watching the devil Setting him stumbling blocks This world is the devil's playground And I hate to hear what the devil say He's the hardest worker in this world He works twenty-five hours a day Preacher Elzie keep on a-preachin' He never let your people down I missed the old camp meeting time And dinner on the ground He's an old time gospel preacher And he preaches the gospel free The mountain people need him And they love him just like me Lord, I wouldn't be caught dead Without my Jesus to hold on to If you don't know your Lord today Tomorrow, he won't know you Don't get me wrong, I believe in heaven I strongly believe in saving Are the TV preachers losing souls For the bank accounts they're saving? And we'll say, come on children Let your little light shine on the mountain top We'll get a kick out of watching the devil Setting him stumbling blocks This world is the devil's playground And I hate to hear what the devil say He's the hardest worker in this world He works twenty-five hours a day