Redeemed

Don't you give up my young, young friends
 Here's a story I think will please
 How Sir Rastus Bear was in fact redeemed
 Redeemed from the cell to which he'd been thrown
 By men whose love was more
 For the ice and cold
 Goblins of surcease, villains of wise
 They pranced his brain on through the long, long night
 Sir Rastus Bear who'd ever believe
 You'd be by a song redeemed
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 Up on the north forty
 I'm sure it was Christmas day
 When Sir Rastus Bear taught children how to play
 Games of life and love
 And songs, oh, those songs
 Oh, those deep but true hill country songs
 Goblins of surcease, villains of wise
 They pranced his brain on through the long, long night
 Sir Rastus Bear who'd ever believe
 You'd be by a song redeemed
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 Redeemed, Good Lord, from the ice and cold
 Redeemed from the cell to which I've been thrown
 Redeemed by virtue of a country song
 And I believe, Good Lord, it won't be long
 Won't be long, it won't be
 Won't be long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long
 Long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long