Goodman Rag
I went on down for a walk in woods, and then I had to say to my dismay.
I met a rip, a mysteries ripper, something I'd have given away.
I had to admit that I new it was somewhere, in the back of my twisted mind.
It seems the child who sprung up before me, never gonna be his kind.
Hay there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith,
If you recognize my friend, you'd better get a load of this.
Good man, gonna give you what you need.
Good man, gonna play the demon seed.
Don't want to stray, I'm never want to leave the path.
I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last.
The sweet continued on with a journey
And my revelations came in a tale or two.
Every word that my friend would say, I see them, though I saw right through.
The Puritans, and the purifying.
Raping women all through the streets.
They offer bail on my friend's occasion, every other day of the week.
Hay there Mr. preacher, hay there Mr. Smith.
If you recognize my friend, you better get a load of this.
Good man, gonna give you what you need.
Good man, gonna play the demon seed.
Don't gonna stray, I'm never gonna leave the path.
I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last.
I do, oh take to the bridge.
Oh put the lessons learned and soon forgotten.
Hardships coming to secret vales.
They want to keep me hung on the crosses
They'll have to find some bigger nails.
I walk the streets like a doubting Thomas.
I swear at saints when they pass me by.
Nothings pure when everything's tainted.
Where am I gonna go when I die.
Hay there Mr. preacher, hay there Mr. Smith.
If you recognize my friend, you better get a load of this.
Good man, gonna give you what you need.
Good man, gonna play the demon seed.
I don't want to stray, I'm never gonna leave the path.
I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last.
Yeah I do, Yeah I surly do.
