It was...
Way down Deep South during, the Reconstruction days
When everybody needed help in every kind of way
Traveling in an oxen cart, and pickin' an old guitar
Was the Reverend Everett Beverly and Sister Anna Laura
They went t' all-day singin's with the dinner on the ground
When Sister Anna Laura sang no one could quieten her down
The folk would spread the word around, they'd come from near and far
To hear the Reverend Everett Beverly and Sister Anna Laura
Fa mi sol sol la, fa mi sol sol la, fa mi sol sol la fa sol
They sang the fa so high and the sol so low, fa mi sol sol la fa sol
When they would leave the singin's, folk would follow them out of town
They kept wantin' da' hear them singin' that good soul-saving sound
Their songs echoed the valleys, just like the heavenly choir
With the Reverend Everett Beverly and Sister Anna Laura
Fa mi sol sol la, fa mi sol sol la, fa mi sol sol la fa sol
They sang the fa so high and the sol so low, fa mi sol sol la fa sol
For years and years they traveled, and their singin' was heard
While Sister Anna Laura sang the reverend spread The Word
And the family recollection remembers who they are
The Great-Great Grandpa Beverly and Grandma Anna Laura
Fa mi sol sol la, fa mi sol sol la, fa mi sol sol la fa sol
They sang the fa so high and the sol so low, fa mi sol sol la fa sol
Fa mi sol sol la, fa mi sol sol la, fa mi sol sol la fa sol...
They'd sing the "fa" so high...
And the "sol" so low.
Fa mi sol sol la fa sol, fa mi sol sol la fa sol