Bruce Hornsby - Preacher in the Ring, Pt. 2 Lyrics

There were tambourines and moans and wails
Wrappin' the snakes on the healing trail
Child passed, it was the devil and the snake
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

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
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 the sacred songs
The book of Mark well it 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

Said 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

Wrap the snake and the angels sing
Take your ride with the preacher in the ring