 other's and sisters, please bow your heads, for God saves. Together there would be no mighty river, and just so is every voice important in a river of song. So I would like to have all of you now, blend your voices together, and join us in this grand old hymn. Shall we gather at the river, friends and neighbors? The Lord has spoken to me concerning this gathering of on the roadies and back crats, gathered here since it sang in hallelujah, that he is going to call me home. Obviously you're not ready, if you were ready you wouldn't need these tinman jammies and billies and swaggies singing all this perpetual time. Falling through time, seeking to reach our eternal destination, but it is not an easy journey. There are tributaries of temptation and baloney, they are the evil polluted foul waters of booze, and dope watering holes and gum cascading down the quarters upon me here today, the foul of my suckers. I laid my larynx with the liquors of the Lord of darkness. I sucked down the satanic smokes of sin and I popped the bills and powders of perdition. I gave one morning after a horrible night, I gazed up to the cloud of my pure confusion, and he thought he saw a little angel, a beautiful little angel, like a little bird, that's wingsome angel, sank into my heart and took a look there and I say no to everything, Contra a Lipton's tea experiment gum, the whole shot, friends of angels, you know, when you drink whiskey, you're just doing the work of the devil, and what are the wages going to be this, the wages of sin or death, are you going to wait for wages like, can I say no, or even in these fierce battles for the devil's own eternal damnation, oh would you drink beer for Jesus, drink. Get so high that you stagger into the light of the Lord. I say, friends and neighbors, we would all be far better off if you took all the whiskey, and all the wine, and all the beer, and it's the sin.