Back in the hills of o’l Kentuck

The hardest place that err was struck

There lived a man named Jacon Job

The toughest on this mundane globe

He feared not God nor cared for man

Except his wild and wicked clan

He had six sons, both big and bad

Who followed right behind their dad

They drank that wildcat whiskey down

And painted red the country town

He had six daughters, big buxom gals

Who dance and frolicked with their pals

They danced and capered on the hills

And sometimes tippled at the stills

One day an awful rattle snake

Bit the oldest boy, big wicked Jake

And through his veins the virus few

He’s bound to die, what can we do

They sent a runner to the town

To fetch, in haste, o’l parson down

A Dutchman from John Wesley’s band

As good as any in the land

He prayed a wondrous and curious prayer

In words of faith, both rich and rare

Whether in heaven it reached or not

On earth it surely touched the spot

Oh God we thank thee for this snake

That thow hast sent to bit Big Jake

To fetch him down from his high hos

And lead him to the Savior’s cross

Oh God he never would repent

Until that blessed snake was sent

He would not mend his wicked ways

Until this kind providence came today

And now oh God, the Great I AM

Send a snake to bite the brother Sam

And Jack and John who are worse than Jake

Oh God we need more rattle snakes

And send the biggest one on the globe

To bite o’l Daddy, Jacon Job

And his wife, she needs one too

Perhaps a copperhead would do

And chicken snakes to bite the gals

And their dancing wicked pals

And now oh God, before it’s too late

Please hurry up those Gospel snakes

And save this whole Kentucky state

And hear this prayer for Jesus sake

Amen