G                  C
Dig the new breed, down from Bangor, Maine
G                  C
Sunday afternoon, ruttin in the rain
G                      C
Had long shaggy hair, hangin on down on the ground
G                      C                          C7
Just to move his dung, took every man in town

[Bridge]
F                     G
Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
F                        G
When he took to stompin grown men would stumble

[Chorus]
F             G             C
The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
F             G             C
The butcher's family washed away in the flood
F            G             C
The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
     D7    G                         C
And baby, that's where they baptized me

[Verse]
G                       C
He had great long horns harder than a pony keg
G                       C
Two comin out his head and one between his legs
G                       C
Great balls of thunder, full of spunk and shot
G                      C                                  C7
All the ladies blushed while the men were pourin draught

[Bridge]
F                     G
Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
F                        G
When he took to stompin grown men would stumble

[Chorus]
F             G             C
The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
F             G             C
The butcher's family washed away in the flood
F            G             C
The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
     D7    G                         C
And baby, that's where they baptized me

[Interlude]
G C G C

[Verse]
G                      C
Church lady asked me, "Are you washed in the blood,
G                                   C
In the pore cleansing blood of that sacrificial lamb?"
             D7           F            C
Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
             D7           F            C
Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram