Get ready for the big revival, come on everybody get in the van.
There's a little church on Eagle Mountain,
It's called the blood of the blessed lamb.
If your faith ain't strong enough child, you might wind up dead.
Praise the lord and pass me a copperhead.

Reverend Jones, he struts and dances while the guitar plays " Amazing Grace".
He testifies in tongues of fire with tears of joy runnin' down his face.
He ain't sure and we ain't sure exactly what he said.
But praise the lord and pass me a copperhead.

You won't find many hypocrites that'll take a chance on gettin' bit.
But a true believer can survive rattlesnakes and cyanide.

When you hold that deadly viper keep the Holy Spirit in your mind.
Do not loose your concentration or that serpent's surely bound to strike.
Either way you won't forget the first time that you said.
Praise the lord and pass me a copperhead.
Praise the lord and pass me a copperhead.
Oh, that's right.

Praise the lord and pass me a copperhead.

Writer : LINDE, DENNIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing