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Solomon Spade
Guest
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Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
a-back up in the woods among the evergreens
in a place where they ain't never heard of wimmin's lib
there lived a country boy, name of Terry B. Trib
He never ever learned to read or write so well
but he could play a guitar just like a ringin' bell
Go, Go!
Go Terry Go Go Go
Go Terry Go Go Go
Go Terry Go, Go! --
Go Terry Go Go Go
GO, Terry B. Trib!
A Prophet told him: "Someday you will understand!
And you will play lead soloes in a PostTrib Band.
Radios be tunin' in from bunkers underground
Ta heer ya play yer git-tar while the Wrath comes down!
If enny dem PreTribbers try to punch out yer Light,
Well -- Terry B. Trib -- you FIGHT!!"
(Oh, yeah)
Go Go!!
Go Terry Go Go Go !!!
Go Terry Go Go Go !!!
Go Terry Go, Go !!! --
Go Terry Go Go Go,
GO Terry B. Trib
He thowed away a Scofield Bible 'n a Ryrie's, too.
The day had come -- his PreTrib daze wuz really through.
He would pick apart the doctrine; he would tear it down.
And all the while his git-tar made a waaaaaaaailin' sound.
Maybe someday there'd be an end to these fights,
He's goin' thru the trib -- he's GOT HIS RIGHTS!!!!
Well,
Go, Go!!!
Go Terry Go Go Go
Go Terry Go Go Go
Go Terry Go, Go --
Go Terry Go Go Go
GO Terry B. Trib
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one-two-three
well
Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
a-back up in the woods among the evergreens
in a place where they ain't never heard of wimmin's lib
there lived a country boy, name of Terry B. Trib
He never ever learned to read or write so well
but he could play a guitar just like a ringin' bell
Go, Go!
Go Terry Go Go Go
Go Terry Go Go Go
Go Terry Go, Go! --
Go Terry Go Go Go
GO, Terry B. Trib!
A Prophet told him: "Someday you will understand!
And you will play lead soloes in a PostTrib Band.
Radios be tunin' in from bunkers underground
Ta heer ya play yer git-tar while the Wrath comes down!
If enny dem PreTribbers try to punch out yer Light,
Well -- Terry B. Trib -- you FIGHT!!"
(Oh, yeah)
Go Go!!
Go Terry Go Go Go !!!
Go Terry Go Go Go !!!
Go Terry Go, Go !!! --
Go Terry Go Go Go,
GO Terry B. Trib
He thowed away a Scofield Bible 'n a Ryrie's, too.
The day had come -- his PreTrib daze wuz really through.
He would pick apart the doctrine; he would tear it down.
And all the while his git-tar made a waaaaaaaailin' sound.
Maybe someday there'd be an end to these fights,
He's goin' thru the trib -- he's GOT HIS RIGHTS!!!!
Well,
Go, Go!!!
Go Terry Go Go Go
Go Terry Go Go Go
Go Terry Go, Go --
Go Terry Go Go Go
GO Terry B. Trib
