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4 Samson burnt up a field of corn,
They looked for Samson but he was gone,
A-so many thousand formed a plot.
It wasn't many days 'fore he was caught.
They bound him with rope and, while walkin' along,
He looked on the ground and he saw an old jawbone;
He moved his arms, the rope popped like threads,
When he got through killing three thousand was dead.
5 Samson, he went wanderin' about, Samson's strength was never found out, Till his wife sat on his knee,
She said, "Tell me where your strength be, if you please."
Samson's wife, she talked so fair,
Samson told her, "Shave off my hair,
Shave my head as clean as my hand
And my strength will be like a natural man."
6 Shave his hair like the pa'm o' his hand, His strength become as a natural man. Took po' Samson to the judgment hall, Bind him and chained him to the wall;
He called a little boy about three foot tall, Said, "Place my hands up against the wall." He placed his hands up against the wall And he tore that buildin' down.
Second Chorus:
He said, "An' now I got my way," He says, "An' now I got-n my way," He says, "An' now I got-n my way, I'll tear the buildin' down." He cried, "O Lord, O Lord, O Law Lordy, Lordy, O Lord," He cried, "O Lord, O Lord, O Law Lordy, Lordy, O Lord, yes!" He said, "An' now I got-n my way," He says, "An' now I got-n my way," He says, "An' now I got-n my way, I'll tear the buildin' down." |
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