Bruce Hornsby - Preacher In The Ring, Pt. 2 lyrics

There were tambourines and moans and wails Wrappin' the snake on the healing trail But a child pa**ed, 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 sacred 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