Rattlesnakes and cyanide, look out!
Praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead, ooh, that's right
He testifies in tongues of fire
It’s called the Blood of the Blessed Lamb
Praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead! That's right
He ain't sure and we ain't sure exactly what he said
Either way you won't forget the first time that you said
Reverend Jones, he struts and dances
But a true believer can survive
When you hold that deadly viper
Do not lose your concentration
While the guitar's playin' Amazing Grace
With tears of joy runnin' down his face
Keep the Holy Spirit in your mind
Praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead
That’ll take a chance on gettin' bit
Or that serpent's surely bound to strike
If your faith ain't strong enough child you might wind up dead
But praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead
There's a little church on Eagle Mountain
You won't find many hypocrites
