The Traveling Revelators

Mama, guess who’s coming

I saw their bright green bus

Rolling down Interstate 65

With Jesus on the front

I saw them on PTL last night

They said they were coming to town

So, Mama, can I get dressed up

It's the hottest band around


The Traveling Revelators

Passing on through another town

The one and only Revelators

Don’t worry, Mama, about the crowd

There ain’t no heathens allowed


Levi says he’s going

He’s seen them thirteen times

They filled the tent up in Tuscaloosa

Behind the five-and-dime

Little Bobby plays the organ

His sister, Ronda Tambourine

Reverend Johnston works the big bass drum

Like no one’s ever seen

It sounds something like this


It’s The Traveling Revelators

Passing on through another town

The one and only Revelators

Don't worry, Mama, about the crowd

There ain’t no heathens allowed

There ain't no heathens allowed


I hear the Lord a-calling

He says let me go

I promise that I will bring you back

An autographed photo

You can hang it on the mantel

Right next to Uncle Ray

And when my children ask me about it

I can smile and proudly say

Yes, kids, I was there

It's the Traveling Revelators

Passing on through another town

The one, the only Revelators

Don't worry, Mama, about the crowd

There ain’t no heathens allowed

There ain’t no heathens allowed

There ain’t no heathens allowed

I haven't made music like this in years. The last three songs are live guitar/vocal takes, and then I add a few minimal extras to flesh it out. This is what I used to do when all I had was a 4-track recorder. I never could figure out how to bounce tracks, lol.