Run

(Traditional - arranged by Elvis Presley) Well you may run on for a long time Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time Let me tell you God almighty’s gonna cut you down Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well Tell the gambler, the rambler, the back-biter Tell them God almighty’s gonna cut them down Stop God almighty let me tell you the news My head’s been wet with the midnight dews Coming down on my bended knees Talking to the man from Galilee My God spoke and he spoke so sweet I thought I heard the shuffle of angel’s feet He put one hand upon my head Great God almighty let me tell you what he said Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well Tell the gambler, the rambler, the back-biter Tell them God almighty’s gonna cut them down Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Let me tell you God almighty’s gonna cut you down You may throw your rock and hide your hand Working in the dark ag