Grumblers

In country, town or city,
Some people can be found,
Who spend their lives in grumbling,
at everything around;
O yea, they always grumble,
No matter what we say,
For these are chronic grumblers,
And they grumble night and day.

Chorus;
Oh! they grumble on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Grumble on Thursday, too,
Grumble on Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
Grumble the whole week through.

The grumble in the city,
The grumble on the farm
They grumble at their neighbors,
They think is is no harm.
They grumble at their husbands,
They grumble at their wives;
They grumble at their children,
But the grumbler never thrives.

They grumble when it's raining,
They grumble when it's dry,
And if the crops are failing,
They grumble and they sigh;
They grumble at low prices,
They grumble when their high,
They grumble all the year 'round,
And they grumble till they die.

They grumble at the preacher,
They grumble at his prayer;
They grumble at his preaching,
They grumble everywhere;
They stay away from meetings,
Because it's hot or cold;
Or else it looks like raining,
A headache or a cold.

If you don't quit your grumblings,
And stop it now and here
You'll never get to Heaven,
No grumblers enter there,
Repent and be converted,
Be saved from all your sin;
You know that grumbling Christians,
Find it hard a crown to win.

Author Unknown

Mrs. Sanders Notes