E A Samson and DelilahE A lived A long long time ago,E A she was undecidedE A But man, that hair just had to goE A Na na na na Na na na na naE A Na na na na Na na na naE A On the Friday eveningE A Things were going mighty fineE A Then he started sleepingE F#m 'Cos she slipped something in the wineE A Na na na na Na na na na naE A Na na na na Na na na na Na na na na Na na na na na Ain't no glory in this fable Na na na na Na na na na na Like the story Cane and Abel Na na na na Na na na na na Samson's gonna turn the tables Samson had a feeling That God would guide his feeble hand Man you should've seen him Pushin' pillars from the stand Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Ain't no glory in this fable Na, na, na, na, na Like the story Cane and Abel Na, na, na, na, na Samson's gonna turn the tables Samson had a feeling That God would guide his feeble hand Man you should've seen him Pushin' pillars from the stand Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Ain't no glory in this fable Na, na, na, na, na Like the story Cane and Abel Na, na, na, na, na Samson's gonna turn the tables
Samson And Delilah
Middle Of The Road
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