Well, I went into a home one day to see some friends of mine; of all the books and magazines, not a Bible could I find,
I asked them for the Bible; when they brought it, what a shame, for the dust was covered o'er it,
Not a fingerprint was plain.
Dust on the Bible, dust on the holy word,
The words of all the prophets and the saints of the Lord,
Of all the other books you'll find, there's none salvation holds,
Get the dust off the Bible and redeem your poor soul.
Oh, you can read your magazines of love and tragic things,
Not one word of Bible verse, not a scripture do you know,
But it is the very truth, and its contents good for you,
But if dust is covered o'er it, it is sure to doom soul.
Dust on the Bible, dust on the holy word,
The words of all the prophets and the saints of the Lord,
Of all the other books you'll find, there's none salvation holds,
Get that dust off the Bible and redeem your poor soul.
Oh, you have a friend you'd like to help along the way,
Just tell him that the good book shows a mortal how to pray,
The best advice to give him, that will make his burden light, is to dust the family Bible, trade the wrong for the right.
Dust on the Bible, dust on the holy word,
The words of all the prophets and the saints of the Lord,
Of all the other books you'll find, there's none salvation holds,
Get that dust off the Bible and redeem your poor soul.
