Oh early Sunday morning, Lord, Lord, LordnThe preacher went a huntin’, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd he carried along a shotgun, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd along came a grey goose, Lord, Lord, LordnWell he shot down a grey goose, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd the gun went all belly, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd down come the grey goose, Lord, Lord, LordnTook six weeks of falling, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd six weeks calling, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd they put him on the table, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd your wife and my wife, Lord, Lord, LordnThere’s time for feather pickin’, Lord, Lord, LordnBut the fork wouldn’t stick it, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd the knife wouldn’t cut it, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd they put him in the oven, Lord, Lord, LordnBut the oven wouldn’t burn him, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd they him in the hog pen, Lord, Lord, LordnBut the hog couldn’t eat it, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd he broke the hog’s teeth out, Lord, Lord, LordnSo they threw him in the sawmill, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd the sawmill wouldn’t cut him, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd he broke the saw’s teeth off, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd the last time I seen him, Lord, Lord, LordnShe was flyin’ ‘cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, LordnWith a long string o'gosling, Lord, Lord, LordnAnd they’re all goin’ quack, quack, Lord, Lord, Lord.