G C Dig the new breed, down from Bangor, MaineG C Sunday afternoon, ruttin in the rainG C Had long shaggy hair, hangin on down on the groundG C C7 Just to move his dung, took every man in town [Bridge]F G Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumbleF G When he took to stompin grown men would stumble [Chorus]F G C The slaughter house drowned in the ram's bloodF G C The butcher's family washed away in the floodF G C The blood it flowed like a river to the seaD7 G C And baby, that's where they baptized me [Verse]G C He had great long horns harder than a pony kegG C Two comin out his head and one between his legsG C Great balls of thunder, full of spunk and shotG C C7 All the ladies blushed while the men were pourin draught [Bridge]F G Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumbleF G When he took to stompin grown men would stumble [Chorus]F G C The slaughter house drowned in the ram's bloodF G C The butcher's family washed away in the floodF G C The blood it flowed like a river to the seaD7 G C And baby, that's where they baptized me [Interlude]G C G C [Verse]G C Church lady asked me, "Are you washed in the blood,G C In the pore cleansing blood of that sacrificial lamb?"D7 F C Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ramD7 F C Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
Blood Of The Ram
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