Well ain't it a pity, pity? Every day, every day, Well ain't it a pity, ain't it a pity? Every day, every day, _move, Zion, move_. Well they're carryin' a sinner, sinner, Every day, every day, Yes, they're carryin' a sinner, Every day, every day, _move, Zion, move_. Move, Zion, move, for you got to go to judgment, Every day, every day, Move, Zion, move, for you got to go to judgment, Every day, every day, _move, Zion, move_. The getting of mail, and especially of letters, usually means much to the negroes; perhaps simply because they receive little mail. To have a letter from a distinguished person is superlative honor and the recipient usually makes the fact known generally. Just how the negro conceived of receiving letters from God, or why he imagined the angels and apostles as writing letters does not appear clear. One gets a letter, another reads it; one writes a letter and all know its contents. Such a reference is found in a number of songs, that serve as a warning or admonition. Well my mother got a letter, O yes, Well she could not read it, O yes, What you reckon that letter said? That she didn't have long to stay here. _Won't you come, won't you come? Won't you come an' get ready to die? Won't you come, for my Lord is callin' you?_ How do you know that my Lord is callin', O yes? If you look at this letter, O yes, You see it come from the Hebrews, O yes, Won't you come, for my Lord is callin' you. Perhaps the idea of the letter came from the _epistles_ of the New Testament. John and Peter wrote letters; Mary and Martha read them. The letters of the Hebrews and Ephesians are spoken of. The idea "It just suits me" seems to have sprung up from satisfaction in reading the "word" or in hearing the sermon and praying in the usual way. John wrote a letter and he wrote it in haste, _An' it jus' suit me_: John wrote a letter and he wrote it in haste, _An' it jus' suit me_. John wrote a letter and he wrote it in haste, If yer want to go to heaven yer better make haste, _An' it jus' suit me_. I'll tell you a little thing that was in that letter, _An' it jus' suit me_. I'll tell you a little thing that was in John's letter, The Holy Ghost came to make us better, _An' it jus' suit me_. In the same form and repetition are sung other stanzas, all of which "suit" the negroes pretty well. If this isn't the Holy Ghost I don't know, I never felt such a love befo', _But it jus' suit me_. O my brother, you oughter been at de pool, To see me put on my gospel shoes, _An' it jus' suit me_. Ezekiel said he spied the train a comin', We got on board an' she never stopped runnin', _An' it jus' suit me_. This kind er religion is better than gold, It's better felt than ever told, _An' it jus' suit me_.