text: Now, mother, d-dont you stop a-prayin’
  Father, keep right on prayin
  Mother, dont you stop a-prayin’
  For this old world is almost done
  Well, keep your lamps trimmed and burnin
  Keep your lamps
  Well, keep your lamps trimmed and burnin
  For this old world is almost
  Ah, sister, dont you stop a-prayin
  Brother, keep right on prayin
  Sister, dont you stop a-prayin
  For this old world is almost done
  Well, keep your lamps trimmed and burnin’
  Keep your lamps
  Well, keep your lamps trimmed and burnin’
  For this race is almost
  Ooh, ooh, ooh
  Ah, sister, dont you stop a-prayin’
  Brother, keep right on prayin
  Sister, dont you stop a-prayin
  For this old world is almost done
  Well, keep your lamps trimmed and burnin’
  Keep your lamps
  Well, keep your lamps trimmed and burnin
  For this old race is almost
  Keep our lamps trimmed
  And
  Well, keep our lamps trimmed
  And burnin
  Do do do do
  Do do do and burnin
  Well, keep our lamps trimmed and burnin
  For our race is almost run
  Keep our lamps trimmed and burnin
  For our race is
  Almost run
  Trimmed and burnin
  Riders on the storm
  Riders on the storm
  Into this house were born
  Into this world were thrown
  Like a dog without a bone
  An actor out on loan
  Riders on the storm
  Theres a killer on the road
  His brain is squirmin like a toad
  Take a long holiday
  Let your children play
  If you give this man a ride
  Sweet family will die
  Killer on the road
  Yeah
  Girl, you gotta love your man
  Girl, you gotta love your man
  Take him by the hand
  Make him understand
  Our world on you depends
  Our life will never end
  Gotta love your man
  Yeah
  Keep our lamps trimmed
  Keep our lamps trimmed
  Keep our lamps trimmed
  And burnin
  And burnin
  And burnin
  He put it out
  It meant nothin in the world to him, so he laid it out
  His hunger needed some attention
  So he lays it out
  Swapped it all for a bowl of pork and beans
  And he got put out
  Left for poor by a man of means
  Here we go
  Esau, you sold
  You gave it away
  Esau, you sought it with tears
  Couldnt get it back again
  Yes, she laid it out
  The best things in life are free
  But you can keep it for the birds and bees
  Do you want money?
  Is that all you want?
  Thats what you want, yeah
  Is that what you want?
  Your love, it give me a thrill
  But your love, it wont pay my bills
  Is it money, honey?
  Is that what you want, honey?
  Oh, thats what you want
  Give me money!
  Oh, all your money!
  Oh, will it make you free?
  Oh, your money, honey, yes
  Thats what you want
  Oh, its what you want
  {Guitar Solo]
  Mr. Bruce Spencer on the drums! Mr. Mark Harmon, the bass!