I surely
knew it was a trap ye
yet my hands they would not listen
I shoulda known your word was flap
comin’ out all sweet an drippin’
o so where could I go - yes but to the lord
I been to your house an’ see what you adore
I left there stiff - stiff as a board
where could I go but to the lord
when will I hurt for heaven’s sake
when will I suffer for the sake of heaven
all my love well it is madness
freely given to you folks with gladness
I will not live and die - no not by the sword
I am weak without the joy of the lord
taste and see that the lord is good
let’s bend our knees like we know we should
we can’t see clear - our eyes are made of wood
taste and see boy that the lord is good
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