Bruce Hornsby - In the Ring Pt. I lyrics

Spent the night over at a friend's place Sunday morning came, he was in my face Said I want to take you to a place Put you in a state of grace Drove way out to a cinder block house I walked in like a Thomas in doubt Saw a man in a reptile suit With a rattling sound Whoa no, whoa no I can't get with this here I know Never seen nothing like this before 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 There was biting and jumping and moans and wails Believers out shaking on the spirit trail Then some came and threw the man In jail, the man in jail He lifted up the snake overhead so high Eyes closed tight, he praised the sky Was a wild-eyed scramble over tables And chairs to see the light Whoa whoa so long Copperheads and sacred songs The book of Mark shouldn'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 them 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