Sadie Compton: hear it
Trouble Come Knockin'
(Sadie Compton)
2005-01-13
Words and music by Sadie Compton (Fachala Records, BMI)
This song appears on my debut CD as a fiddle tune. Well, it started out its life as an a capella pseudo-Gospel number written by a heathen fiddler... and it may just make a reappearance in its original form on the next CD.
I'm just an old woman, I sit in my chair
My back, it is bent, but I haven't a care
There's flies in the kitchen, and holes in the floor
And trouble come knockin' at every man's door
Swing down, sweet Jesus, take me away, I'm goin' to live in Heaven someday.
Swing down, sweet Jesus, take me away, I'm goin' to live in Heaven someday!
This world has its heartaches, its troubles and woes
In June I burnt up, in December I froze
The fields turnin' brown and no corn comin' up,
But when I get to Heaven I'll fill up my cup
Swing down, sweet Jesus, take me away, I'm goin' to live in Heaven someday.
Swing down, sweet Jesus, take me away, I'm goin' to live in Heaven someday!
You may think I'm foolish and losin' my mind
My eyesight is fadin' now I'm goin' blind
Well, I may be deaf and I can't hear a thing
But way up in Heaven, I'm gonna sing.
Swing down, sweet Jesus, take me away, I'm goin' to live in Heaven someday.
Swing down, sweet Jesus, take me away, I'm goin' to live in Heaven someday!