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A NOTE ABOUT PUBLISHING:

Want to use a Woody Guthrie song?

If you are interested in using a song for publication, recording, performance, or other, please contact the publisher of that particular song. All works by Woody Guthrie are held under U.S. Copyright Law.

Woody has a few different publishers, just look at the bottom of each lyric and you'll see who to contact.

If you have questions, please feel free to contact Anna Canoni at: acanoni(at)woodyguthrie.org


PUBLISHER'S CONTACT:

TRO-Essex Music Group
Attn: Sarah Smith
266 West 37th Street, 17th Floor
New York, NY 10018-6609
T: 212-594-9795 x25
E: NorthAmericaLicensing(at)troessexmusic.com
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Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
(Administered by BMG Chrysalis)
Attn: Gregg Barron
6100 Wilshire Boulevard, Suite #1600,
Los Angeles, CA 90048
T: (323) 969-0988
E: info.us@bmgchrysalis.com
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Sanga Music Group
(Administered by Bicycle Music)
449 South Beverly Drive, Suite 300
Beverly Hills, CA 90212 
T: 310-286-6600
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Michael Goldsen Music, Inc.
(Administered by Universal Music)

2100 Colorado Avenue
Santa Monica, CA 90404
T: (310) 235-4892
E: umpg.songlist@umusic.com
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Be No Church Tonight
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Sarah Lee Guthrie and Johnny Irion

Preacher Bill come to our house,
One Sunday bright and fine,
To fill his belly with sweet potatoes,
Biscuits, chicken and wine.
He took our Nelly back up the barn,
And carried on a sight,
I heard him whisper in her ear,
"There 'll be no church tonight."

CHORUS:
"There'll be no church tonight, my dear,
There'll be no church tonight!
One more kiss from your red lips,
And there'll be now church tonight!"

While peeking through my knot-hole,
I seen him take her hand,
Put his hand upon her bosom,
And called it the promised land.

The mountains of life and glory's hills,
As he touched her leg so light,
He gasped for air and said a prayer,
"There'll be no church tonight!"

CHORUS

She lay on a pile of hay,
And gently closed her eyes,
She said the word of the 23rd psalm,
To the good Lord and the skies;
What I seen through that knot-hole,
I cannot sing or write,
But now I know the reason why,
There'll be no church tonight.

CHORUS

 


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