Spent the night over at a friend's place Sunday morning came, he was in my face Said I want to take you to a place Put you in a state of grace Drove way out to a cinderblock house I walked in like a Thomas in doubt Saw a man in a reptile suit With a rattling sound Whoa no, whoa no I can't get with this here I know Never seen nothing like this before
Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and the angels sing Take your ride with the preacher in the ring
There was biting and jumping and moans and wails Believers out shaking on the spirit trail Then some came and threw the man in jail, the man in jail He lifted up the snake overhead so high Eyes closed tight, he praised the sky Was a wild-eyed scramble over tables and chairs to see the light Whoa whoa so long Copperheads and sacred songs The book of Mark souldn't be wrong
Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring
They're locking them up, they've got 'em on the run MIght as well sue all the doctors when they don't get it done Not everything, everybody does works all the time, son Whoa no, whoa no Say you got the answer, well how do you know? It works for me, that's all I know
Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring
There were tambourines and moans and wails Wrappin' the snake on the healing trail But a child passed, it was the devil and the snake And the devil prevailed Big deep trouble for a young child gone Maybe the book and the verse was all wrong Keep your eyes closed, your lips sealed tight Keep your mind right Whoa no, whoa no Good Lord, lift this heavy load Maybe I'm going down a wrong road Oh no, no, no
Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and the angels sing Take a ride with the preacher in the ring
Lawmen went to the house on the hill Found the wife and the wind so still There was a woman and a rope and a kicked over chair And a beam too high Thrown out of town, got to find a new site Someone said it's like the Israelites They say it's the persecuted ones that will find the light Whoa no, so long Copperheads and the sacreed songs The book of Mark couldn't be wrong
Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring
They're locking 'em up, they've got 'em on the run Might as well sue all the doctors when they don't get it done Not everything everybody does works all the time, son Whoa no, whoa no Say you got the answer, well how do you know? It works for me, that's all I know
Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
