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Spent the night over at a friend's placeSunday morning came, he was in my faceSaid I want to take you to a placePut you in a state of graceDrove way out to a cinder block houseI walked in like a Thomas in doubtSaw a man in a reptile suitWith a rattling soundWhoa no, whoa noI can't get with this here I knowNever seen nothing like this beforeHallelujah and praise the manUpstairs with the long handWrap the snake and the angels singTake your ride with the preacher in the ringThere was biting and jumping and moans and wailsBelievers out shaking on the spirit trailThen some came and threw the manIn jail, the man in jailHe lifted up the snake overhead so highEyes closed tight, he praised the skyWas a wild-eyed scramble over tablesAnd chairs to see the lightWhoa whoa so longLetras de cancionesCopperheads and sacred songsThe book of Mark shouldn't be wrongHallelujah and praise the manUpstairs with the long handWrap the snake and watch 'em all stingAs they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ringThey're locking them up, they've got 'em on the runMight as well sue all the doctorsWhen they don't get it doneNot everything, everybody does works all the time, sonWhoa no, whoa noSay you got the answer, well how do you know?It works for me, that's all I knowHallelujah and praise the manUpstairs with the long handWrap the snake and watch 'em all stingAs they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring From Letras Mania