Appalachia

Rattlesnake Gospel for Jacob Job

Today’s guest post was written by Don Casada.

rattlesnake sign

Way over in the County of Cherokee,
Where hills hold fast and the waters run free,
There lived a man named Jacob Job,
The meanest on this mundane globe.

He cared for neither God nor man,
Except his wild and wicked clan.
He had six boys, both big and bad,
Who followed right behind their dad.

They drank Tusquitee Whiskey down,
And painted red that Murphy town.
He had six daughters, buxom gals,
Who danced and capered with their pals.

They laughed and frolicked o’er the hills
And often tippled at the stills.
Back in the hollers, dark and untold
Where aged whiskey was a whole week old.

Then, one day an awful rattlesnake
Bit the oldest boy, Big Wicked Jake.
And through his veins the poison flew;
“He’s a-gonna die, boys, what’ll we do?”

They sent a runner into town
To fetch in haste, old Parson Brown;
A faithful in John Calvin’s band,
A knowing and insightful man.

He prayed a curious, wondrous prayer,
With words of faith and wisdom rare.
Whether to heaven it reached or not,
On earth it surely hit the spot.

Oh God, we thank Thee for this snake
That thou hath sent to bite old Jake.
To fetch him down from his high hoss,
And point him toward the Savior’s cross.

He wouldn’t mend his wicked way,
‘Til struck by providence today.
Oh, hear us Lord, the great I AM –
Please send another to bite old Sam

And Jock and Shawn, the worst of rakes,
Oh, God, we need MORE rattlesnakes!
And send the biggest ‘un on the globe
To bite ole Pappy, Jacob Job.

And his wife Jezzy – she needs one too;
Perhaps a copperhead would do.
And chicken snakes to bite the gals,
And all their dancing, wicked pals.

We beseech Thee Lord, don’t delay,
On bended knees we plead and pray
Please hurry up those Gospel snakes,
And hear this prayer for Jesus sake. Amen


Various versions are found on the web, original author unknown. I modified the words a bit to suit me better.

—Don Casada


I hope you got a smile out of Don’s post, I know I did!

Tipper

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9 Comments

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    Wanda Devers
    September 22, 2020 at 12:37 pm

    Love this!!

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    Leonard “Rascal”Barnett
    September 22, 2020 at 11:35 am

    I loved it,it was great , I had a good laugh and a good time reading it. I sure do love your post Tip.

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    Cynthia
    September 22, 2020 at 10:45 am

    This was great!

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    Shirl
    September 22, 2020 at 8:56 am

    That’s what the old timers would call getting religion. Reminds me of a man who boasted about being atheist until the coal mine roof fell on him. My father-in-law said he never heard anyone pray so loud and hard.

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    Ann Applegarth
    September 22, 2020 at 8:48 am

    Super! I’ll probably laugh now every time I see a snake!

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    Ron Stephens
    September 22, 2020 at 8:31 am

    Hmmm well He sent snakes before I recall. Moses serpent on a pole is the source for the medical cadeusus. Very nice rhyming and a good picture of a rowdy bunch.

    There was a time when preachers, the church and churchgoers were respected much more than now. A former pastor of ours was once a big, raw-boned rough fella; his wife just the opposite. She told him, “The preacher is coming to see you.” He swole up and said, ” Let him come. I’ll whip him. ” He was sitting on the front porch steps when he saw the preacher coming down the road. The closer the preacher got the meeker he got. So when the preacher said, “I’ll see you in church on Sunday.” He said, ” Yes sir. “

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    Margie Goldstein
    September 22, 2020 at 8:26 am

    I totally loved this poem! It’s a real piece of Appalachian poetry lore! I got a few folks need bit around here… but only to straighten them out and get them on the straight and narrow.

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    gayle larson
    September 22, 2020 at 7:49 am

    Good laugh for the morning. Loved it. I’ll bet the Dad and his boys and girls got religion real quick.

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    Miss Cindy
    September 22, 2020 at 7:31 am

    I love it, it rhymes nicely, it details the transgressions precisely, and defines an appropriate outcome. Good job Don, on the adaptation!

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