Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If I Had My Way I'd Tear This Building Down , by - Blind Willie Johnson. Release date: 07.12.2014
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If I Had My Way I'd Tear This Building Down , by - Blind Willie Johnson. If I Had My Way I'd Tear This Building Down |
| Well, if I had my way |
| I had-a, a wicked mind |
| If I had-a, ah Lord, tear this building down |
| Weh-ell! |
| Delilah was a woman fine an' fair |
| Her pleasant looks-a, her coal black hair |
| Delilah gained old Samson’s mind |
| A-first saw the woman that looked so fine |
| A-well went Timnathy, I can’t tell |
| A daughter of Timnathy, a-pleased him well |
| A-Samson told his father, 'I'm goin a-a-a' |
| (Help) me Lord |
| If I had my way |
| Well, if a had-a, a wicked world |
| If I had-a, ah Lord, tear this building down |
| Weh-ell! |
| Samson’s mother replied to him |
| 'Can't you find a woman of your kind and kin?' |
| 'Samson, will you please your mother’s mind?' |
| Go’d and married that-a Philistine |
| Let me tell you what, old Samson |
| Well, he roared at the lion, the lion run |
| Samson was the first man the lion attach |
| He caught the lion and got upon his 'ack |
| A-written that he killed a man with his |
| And Sampson had his hand in the lion’s jaws |
| If I had my way |
| If I had-a, a wicked world |
| If I had-a, ah Lord, tear this building down |
| 'Well, your riddle please, a-tell it to me' |
| 'A-how an eater became forth meat?' |
| 'Well, your riddle please, a-tell it to me' |
| 'A-how strong of it came forth sweet? |
| Deliah, got his army after him |
| Well, the bees made-a honey in the lion hair |
| Well, if I had my way |
| Well, if I had-a, a wicked world |
| If I had-a, ah Lord, tear this building down |
| Sewed me tow knot, an' formed a plot |
| Not many days 'fore Samson was caught |
| A-bind this hands whilst a-walkin' along |
| A-looked on the ground and found a lil' jawbone |
| He moved his arm ropes, a-pop like thread |
| Dropped those threads free, three thousand were dead |
| Lord, If I had my way |
| Well, if I had a, a wicked world |
| If I had a, ah Lord, tear this building down |
| Weh-ell! |
| Samson’s trick though they never found out |
| 'Till they began to wonder about |
| A-'till his wife sat up upon his knee |
| 'A-tell me where your strength lie, if you please?' |
| Samson’s wife she a-talked so fair |
| Told his wife cut off-a his hair |
| 'Shave my head, clean as your hand |
| 'Till I become a natural man!' |
| Lord, If I had my way |
| Well, if I had a, a wicked world |
| If I had a, ah Lord, tear this building down. |