Blood of the Ram

Dig the new breed, down from Bangor, Maine
 Sunday afternoon, ruttin in the rain
 Had long shaggy hair, hangin on down on the ground
 Just to move his dung, took every man in town
 Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
 When he took to stompin grown men would stumble
 The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
 The butcher's family washed away in the flood
 The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
 And baby, that's where they baptized me
 He had great long horns harder than a pony keg
 Two comin out his head and one between his legs
 Great balls of thunder, full of spunk and shot
 All the ladies blushed while the men were pourin draught
 Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
 When he took to stompin grown men would stumble
 The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
 The butcher's family washed away in the flood
 The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
 And baby, that's where they baptized me
 Church lady asked me, "Are you washed in the blood,
 In the pore cleansing blood of that sacrificial lamb?"
 Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
 Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram