Letra de
Midnight Chior

Right now its six-thirty, they're ragged and dirty
First they'll do a little singin', then hear a little preachin'
One of them asks a stranger, how 'bout a hand
Then they spot an old buddy, with a bottle of heaven
Then pass around what means ev'ry-{G} thing
CHORUS: A CAPPELLA
Will they have Mogen David in heaven