Bring It With You When You Come by Alberta Hunter Lyrics

[Verse]
There's an old-fashioned preacher down in Alabama
The people call him Elder Take-It-All
There's a text that he features in a clever manner
And it makes his congregation fall
When he looked down over his specks
They know that this is next:

[Chorus]
He hollers "Brothers, sisters, sinners, hypocrites
Bring it with you when you come
Give according to what you get
But don't you bring me less than two bits
'Cause I've got a family that I have got to support
And I must have my correct dram to clear my throat
There's only one here that I'm gonna let go
And that's that nice little sister in the very last row
So brothers, sisters, everybody else
You better bring it with you when you come"

[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
I say brothers, sisters, sinners, hypocrites
You better bring it with you when you come
Just give according to what you get
But don't you bring me less than two bits
'Cause I've got a family that I have got to support
And I must have my correct dram to clear my throat
There's only one here I'm gonna let go
That nice little sister in the very last row
So brothers, sisters, everybody else
You better fetch it with you when you come