Job
I say, Job
Have you heard about the man called Job, boys?
He had a wealth and a farm and a family
Old Satan made a bet with the Lord on high
He said, "I could make Job curse your name!"
But Job could not be swayed
Satan filled the sky with lighting
Killed Job's sheep and some of his kin
Job just turned his cheek away
His wife said, "Go curse God and die!"
But Job could not be swayed
Job
I say, Job
He worked so hard his entire life
But God quit listening when he prayed at night
Then, Job took ill
Got covered with sores
And Satan put a blight upon his crops
But still, Job could not be swayed
Everything he touched did turn to dust
His footprints filled with blood and rust
This torture went on for many years
Job grew withered, but he had no fears
And Job could not be swayed
Job
Job
Now, put yourself there in his place
When bad times come, will you keep your faith?
I bet you'll weep and wail and crawl
Your dirty rotten soul right down to hell
But Job could not be swayed
Job
Job
Yeah, Job
Job
