 
i surely knew it was a trap ye 
yet my hands they would not listen 
i shoulda known your word was flap 
comin' out all sweet an drippin' 
o so where could i go - yes but to the lord 
i been to your house an' see what you adore 
i left there stiff - stiff as a board 
where could i go but to the lord 
when will i hurt for heaven's sake 
when will i suffer for the sake of heaven 
all my love well it is madness 
freely given to you folks with gladness 
i will not live and die - no not by the sword 
i am weak without the joy of the lord 
taste and see that the lord is good 
let's bend our knees like we know we should 
we can't see clear - our eyes are made of wood 
taste and see boy that the lord is good
 
| 1 | Black Soul Choir | 
| 2 | American Wheeze | 
| 3 | Heel On The Shovel | 
| 4 | For Heaven's Sake | 
| 5 | Low Estate | 
| 6 | Bad Moon Rising | 
| 7 | Nobody 'cept You (Bob Dylan) | 
| 8 | Fire Spirit | 
| 9 | Outlaw Song | 
| 10 | Haw |