There were tambourines and moans and wails
Wrappin' the snakes 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,
Well oh no, no, no
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
Lawmen went to the house on the hill
Found the wife and the wind so still
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 the persecuted ones gonna find the light
Whoa no, so long
Copperheads and sacred songs
The book of Mark
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 well it couldn't be wrong
Well, oh no, no, no
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
Say they're lockin' '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 answers well how do you know?
It works for me that's all I know
Well, oh no, no, no
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
Wrap the snake and the angels sing
Take your ride with the preacher in the ring