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Spent the night over at a friend's place |
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Sunday morning came he was in my face |
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Said I want to take you to a place |
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Put you in a state of grace |
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Drove way out to a cinder block house |
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I walked in like a Thomas in doubt |
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Saw a man in a reptile suit |
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With a rattling sound |
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Whoa no, whoa no |
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I can't get with this here I know |
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Never seen nothin' like this before |
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Hey-ey-hey-ey |
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And Hallelujah and praise the man |
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Upstairs with the long hand |
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Wrap the snake and the angels sing |
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Take your ride with the preacher in the ring |
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There was bitin' and jumpin' |
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And moans and wails |
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Believers out shakin' on the spirit trail |
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Then some came and threw |
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The man in jail, the man in jail |
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He lifted up the snake overhead so high |
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Eyes closed tight but he praised the sky |
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Was a wild-eyed scramble over tables |
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And chairs to see the light |
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Whoa whoa so long |
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Copperheads and sacred songs |
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The book of Mark |
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couldn't be wrong |
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Hey-ey-hey-ey |
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Hallelujah and praise the man |
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Upstairs with the long hand |
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Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting |
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As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring |
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Say they're lockin' 'em up |
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They've got 'em on the run |
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Might as well sue all the doctors |
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When they don't get it done |
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Not everything everybody does |
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Works all the time, son |
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Whoa no, whoa no |
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Say you got the answer |
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Well how do you know? |
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It works for me that's all I know |
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Hey-ey-hey-ey |
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Hallelujah and praise the man |
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Upstairs with the long hand |
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Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting |
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As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring |
