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