I stepped off the bus in Mobil, Alabama
The sun was slowly setting on the ba-a-ay
It was six o clock on a summer friday afternoon
Shabbos was an hour away
I walked around the town wondering what to do
Cause shabbos is no time to be feeling blue
And then I saw a man who looked the same way too
I was quite relieved to find a fellow jew
I asked the man I saw how many Jews in this town
He said to me there used to be a minyan around
But one of us passed away and we've been feeling down
Yet now it seems as though another jew has been found
Oh wont you stay with us for shabbos Minyan Man
We walked down Winston Avenue a block then two more
And went into a shop that read closed on the door
There was a minyan at the back of a hardware store
Nine men waiting for one more
We ushered in the shabbos with a beautiful song
The chazzan had a voice that was clear and strong
We sang out as one all shabbos long
Then maariv came again, I had to be moving on
I asked the man I saw how many Jews in this town
He said to me there used to be a minyan around
But one of us passed away and we've been feeling down
Yet now it seems as though another jew has been found
Oh wont you stay with us for shabbos Minyan Man
Now that was twenty years agobut the vision is clear
And I think about it now and then cause the place is still dear
And when I make this trip through Mobil once every year
I remember the men who prayed here
Now the minyan is gone
A few died, some moved on
But the back of the store still remembers the song
The nine men who waited till one came along
How shabbos was carried on a song
I asked the man I saw how many Jews in this town
He said to me there used to be a minyan around
But one of us passed away and we've been feeling down
Yet now it seems as though another jew has been found
Oh wont you stay with us for shabbos Minyan Man