Joseph Arthur

(início)

Am             G            C
Beware my good friends of a preacher
Am      C                  G
Roaming around in our fair land
      Am       G         C       F
He'll reel you in with a fear of sin
          G               F              C
And he'll leave with your dollars in his hand
Oh you might think you're going to see him singing
You might think you're going to see him play
But he's coming to give your brains a cleaning
And he's leaving with your hard-earned pay
C
Singing down, down, down
F           C
Lick him on down
         F         C      G
Make him wear that thorny crown
F          Am       F      C
Come along boys and gather around
        G                   C
For the departure of Joseph Arthur
Oh if Jesus ever were to come back
His blood would boil to the brim
But since he ain't around
And old Arthur's in town
We're going to have to do the good work for him
So if you ever see old Arthur
Remember on the sorry souls that bought him
If that man walks on the stage
And sings Amazing Grace
Cover your ears, or you'll leave with empty pockets
Singing down, down, down
Lick him on down
Make him wear that thorny crown
Come along boys and gather around
For the departure of Joseph Arthur