Old Rugged Cross - Preservation Hall Jazz Band

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world Has a wondrous attraction for me; For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above To bear it to dark Calvary So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine A wondrous beauty I see For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died To pardon and sanctify me So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown To the old rugged cross I will ever be true; Its shame and reproach gladly bear; Then He'll call me some day to my home far away Where His glory forever I'll share So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world Has a wondrous attraction for me For the dear lamb of God left his glory above To bear it to dark calvary So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain So Ill cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world Has a wondrous attraction for me For the dear Lamb of God, left His glory above To bear it to dark Calvary So Ill cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown So Ill cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown

Sugar blues How I hate those sugar blues The whole town is singin' I like my coffee, and I like my tea But the doggone sugar turned sour on me I'm so unhappy Yes, I'm so blue I can hang my head down and cry Now you can say what you choose I'm all confused I've got those old sugar blues, yes pretty baby I've got those old sugar blues I said sugar blues Everybody's singin' the sugar blues The whole town is squawkin' I've got a woman live back in town, she's sweet as can be But the doggone fool, she turned sour on me I'm so unhappy Yes, I'm so blue I can lay right down here and die Now you can say what you choose I'm all confused I've got those sugar, the sugar blues I've got those old sugar blues

I knew a little girl Her name was Bee She'd flirt with every man That she did see She'd flirt with a man Called Mr Key She had a dress measured To her knee She went to the river She couldn't get across She paid five dollars For an old (grey) horse The horse wouldn't pull She swapped it for a bull All she could hear The boys was sayin' Won't you lower it babe Everybody's lookin' Lower it babe Everyone can see Won't you lower it babe Everybody's lookin' Short dress, no mo' style I knew a little girl Her name was (Bee) She'd flirt with every man That she did see She'd flirt with a man Called Mr Key She had a dress measured To her knee She went to the river She couldn't get across She paid five dollars For an old (grey) horse The horse wouldn't pull She swapped it for a bull All she could hear The boys was sayin' Won't you lower it babe Everybody's lookin' Lower it babe Everyone can see Won't you lower it babe Everybody's lookin' Short dress, no mo' style