Goodman Rag lyrics

I went on down for a walk in the woods, and then I had to see to my dismay. I met a ripper, 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. Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith, It seems the child who sprang up before me, never gonna be his kind. If you recognise 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 wanna stray, I'm never wanna leave the path. I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last. And my revelations came in a tale or two. The sweet continued on with a journey The Puritans, and the purifying, Every word that my friend would say, I see them, though I saw right through. Raping women all through the streets. They offer bail on my friend's occasion, every other day of the week. Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith. If you recognise my friend, you'd better get a load of this. Good man, gonna play the demon seed. Good man, gonna give you what you need. I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last. Don't gonna stray, I'm never gonna leave the path. Oh I do, oh take to the bridge. Oh put the lessons learned and soon forgotten. They wanna keep me hung on the crosses Hardships coming to secret vales. I walk the streets like a doubting Thomas. I swear at saints when they pass me by. They'll have to find some bigger nails. Nothing's pure when everything's tainted. Where am I gonna go when I die. If you recognise my friend, you'd better get a load of this. Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith. Good man, gonna give you what you need. Good man, gonna play the demon seed. I don't wanna stray, I'm never gonna leave the path. Yeah I do, Yeah I surly do. I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last.
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