I surely knew it was a trap ye 
 Yet my hands they would not listen 
 I shoulda known your word was flap  [bad word]  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