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Next day, far from home |
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The brothers planned the repulsive crime |
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[Brothers] |
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Let us grab him now |
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Do him in, while we've got the time |
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[Narrator] |
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This they did and made the most of it |
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Tore his coat and flung him in a pit |
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[Brothers] |
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Let us leave him here |
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All alone and he's bound to die |
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[Narrator] |
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Then some Ishmaelites |
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A hairy crew came riding by |
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In a flash the brothers changed their plan |
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[Brothers] |
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We need cash! Let's sell him if we can! |
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[Narrator, Female Ensemble & Children] |
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Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do? |
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Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do? |
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Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do? |
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Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do? |
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[Brothers] |
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Could you use a slave, |
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you hairy bunch of Ishmaelites? |
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Young, strong, well-behaved |
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Going cheap, and he reads and writes |
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[Narrator] |
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In a trice the dirty deal was done |
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Silver coins for Jacob's favorite son |
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Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with the slave in tow |
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Off to Egypt where Joseph was not keen to go |
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It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell |
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[Joseph] |
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And I don't speak Egyptian very well |
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[Narrator] |
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Joseph's brothers tore his precious multi-colored coat |
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Having ripped it up they next attacked a passing goat |
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Soon the wretched creature was no more |
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They dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore |
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Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop? |
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You make a sordid group, hey, how low can you stoop? |
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Poor, poor Joseph, sold to be a slave |
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Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave |
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Sold to be a slave |
