Dolceola Glory

A man with a vision,

A man with a calling;

Throw the nets for fishin',

Where the angels are falling.

Dolceola glory,

Filled with the spirit;

Just an East Texas boy

Name of Washington Phillips.

Take the Texas Central

Straight up to Deep Ellum,

Call the strays and sinners

Lost in the Depression.

With your Dolceola

At every church and revival,

Crowds are overflowing

From Garland to Temple.

Touch the hem of his garment,

Would you stay with us, Master,

There's a train tomorrow,

Take you straight to Lampasas.

From the banks of the Brazos

With your ears still ringing,

Angels of the Campos

Singin' "Key to the Kingdom."

Blind Willie Johnson

Came through in September,

Anoint us with the Gospel

In a cottonwood summer.

Rags on your babies,

No food on the table;

Still you be thankful

For what the Good Lord gave you.

TB in his lungs

Til his lungs did fail,

Singin' 'bout the troubles

Of Paul and Silas in jail.

Dolceola ringing,

State hospital at Austin,

Buried in the New Year

In the grave of a pauper.

A man with a calling,

A man with a vision;

How the Lord has blessed us

With Washington Phillips.