Walls of Harmony

Sunday morning, the wood is thin

One side sings of mercy,

the other of sin

He's preaching the water,

they're pouring the rye

(pouring the rye)

Old Joe plays a ragtime three-chord roll

While the preacher is praying

to save my soul

But the boards are shaking,

the partition is low

(let it shake)

There is only one wall between the whiskey and the wine

But we are all singing

the very same line Hallelujah in the chapel,

raise a glass in the saloon Oh,

we're building a bridge with the same sweet tune (singing the same

tune!)

Pass the bottle through the knothole in the pine

Wash away the dust of the deep coal mine

One side is healing,

the other is wild

But the music makes us all a newborn child

There is only one wall between the whiskey and the wine

But we are all singing

the very same line Hallelujah in the chapel,

raise a glass in the saloon Oh,

we're building a bridge with the same sweet tune (amen,

amen!)

Just one wall... (just one wall) Between the preachin' and the pourin'...