Album : Spirit Trail
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Artist : Bruce Hornsby
Title : [Preacher In The Ring (Part Two)]
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[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 ring
Artist : Bruce Hornsby    Title : [Preacher In The Ring (Part Two)]    -----------------    [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 ring