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 cinderblock 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 nothing like this before
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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 the angels sing
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Take your ride with the preacher in the ring
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There was biting and jumping and moans and wails
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Believers out shaking on the spirit trail
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Then some came and threw 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, he praised the sky
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Was a wild-eyed scramble over tables 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 souldn't be wrong
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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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They're locking them up, they've got 'em on the run
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MIght as well sue all the doctors when they don't get it done
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Not everything, everybody does works all the time, son
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Whoa no, whoa no
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Say you got the answer, well how do you know?
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It works for me, that's all I know
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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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Preacher In The Ring (Part One)
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| Bruce Hornsby |
