But in "Bear yo' Burden, sinner", another version is given of the same idea. This song is a popular one, while the figures used give a definite conviction. The Lord is a listenin' all the day long, _Bear yo' burden sinner_, If you will only pray, he will bear you on, _Bear yo' burden in the heat o' the day_. _Bear yo' burden, sinner, Bear yo' burden, sinner, Bear yo' burden in the heat o' the day._ I'm goin' home fer to see my Lord, _Bear yo' burden, sinner_, An' don't you wish you could go 'long, _Bear yo' burden, let in the heat_. The way to bear yo' burden is to get down on yo' knees, _Bear yo' burden, sinner, let in the heat_, Ask God to forgive you if you please, _Bear yo' burden in the heat of the day_. This last stanza is an improvisation made by a young negro of some twenty-five years, although he claimed that it belonged to the song that was regularly sung, maintaining that they only forgot to sing it in the church on that special occasion. "True Religion" gives one view of the requisites of him who will be saved. The song is based in form on a current secular song, and belongs to the class of colloquies. Well you must have that true religion, You must have true religion an' yo' soul converted, You must have that true religion. _Or you can't cross there._ Where are you goin', sinner, Where are you goin', I say? I goin' down to de river of Jorden, _An' you can't cross dere_. He continues, "Where are you goin' _gambler, backslider, drunkard, liar, hypocrite?_" and answers each with, "An' you can't cross there," while the entire chorus, "You must have that true religion," is often repeated after each. The sinner is asked still other questions, one of which is given in the song "Waitin'". Why does you tarry, sinner, Why does you wait so long? For my Lord is a waitin', Why don't you come to His call? _He is waitin', Lord, He is waitin', Lord, He is a-waitin' fer the good Lord, To come, My Lord._ But when my Lord get here, You want have time to pray at all, For he is goin' to judge you, An' hell you be bound. The negro preacher often rebukes his flock for talking about each other in uncomplimentary terms. Sometimes the "sisters" who do not like the preacher retort variously, "I heard you talkin 'bout So and So, you know I did" or "We gwine talk 'bout you," or "Yes, you knows it." Slander and gossip are fast runners and the average negro assumes that somebody is talking about him or something which he has done. Out of this has grown the song "Talk about me" and others. _Yes, I know you goin' talk 'bout me, Yes, I know you goin' talk 'bout me,_ _For you talk 'bout my father when he's on his knees a prayin', An' I know you goin' talk 'bout me._