No Dry Eye In The Chapel - Delta Rae

Reverend Brantley knows he’s prone to ramble

Reads the Bible like it’s War and Peace

He goes on and on

You can’t help but yawn

Even the righteous start to fall asleep

When he’s 'bout to lose that front-row faithful

Pulls an ace out of his sleeve

Knows they need a hymn

So he shouts «Amen!

Fire up the organ, Irene!»

She starts hammering glory mountain

Until there’s no dry eye in the chapel

No one sitting in the pews

Hands up high all clapping

When Mama starts singing Hallelu-

Hallelu-, Hallelu-, yeah!

No dry eye in the chapel when Mama gets to singing the truth

Now mama’s more than just a Sunday singer

She’ll play anybody’s wedding or wake

Long-shot, shotguns, third-time's-the-charm ones

Everybody’s gonna get saved

When they kiss the bride and the B3 rides

There’ll be no dry eye in the chapel

No one sitting in the pews

Hands up high all clapping

When Mama starts singing Hallelu-

Hallelu-, Hallelu-, yeah!

No dry eye in the chapel when Mama gets to singing the truth

Then late one night the Devil came calling

And Mama waved him right inside

She sang «Great Balls of Fire» like a gospel choir

And the Devil just started to cry

There’ll be no dry eye in the chapel

No one sitting in the pews

Hands up high all clapping

When Mama starts singing Hallelu-

Hallelu-, Hallelu-, yeah!

No dry eye in the chapel when Mama gets to singing the truth

There’ll be no dry eye in the chapel when Mama gets to singing the truth

Come on, Mama!