Joseph Arthur

Beware my good friends of a preacher
 Roaming around in our fair land
 He'll reel you in
 With a fear of sin
 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
 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
 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
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 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