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The Rock, the Sinner, the Devil and the Saint


Sinnerman
by Nina Simone

Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to
Sinnerman, where you gonna run to
Where you gunna run to
All on that day

Well, I run to the rock
Please hide me, I run to the rock
Please hide me, I run to the rock
Please hide me, lord
All on that day

Well, the rock cried out
I can't hide you, the rock cried out
I can't hide you, the rock cried out
I ain't gonna hide you, god
All on that day

I said rock, what's a matter with you rock
Don't you see I need you rock
Don't let down
All on that day

So I run to the river
It was bleedin', I run to the sea
It was bleedin', I run to the sea
It was bleedin'
All on that day

So I run to the river
It was boilin', I run to the sea
It was boilin', I run to the sea
It was boilin'
All on that day

So I run to the lord
Please help me, lord
Dont you see me prayin'
Dont you see me down here prayin'

But the lord said
Go to the devil, the lord said
Go to the devil
He said go to the devil
All on that day

So I ran to the devil
He was waiting
I ran to the devil, he was waiting
I ran to the devil, he was waiting
All on that day

I cried, power
Power (x7)
Bring down (x5)
Power (x14)

Oh yeah

Oh, I run to the river
It was boilin', I run to the sea
It was boilin', I run to the sea
It was boilin'
All on that day

So I ran to the lord
I said, lord hide me
Please hide me
Please help me
All on that day

He said, god, where were you
When you are old and prayin'

Lord, lord, hear me prayin'
Lord, lord, hear me prayin'
Lord, lord, hear me prayin'
All on that day

Sinnerman, you oughta be prayin'
Oughta be prayin', sinnerman
Oughta be prayin'
All on that day

I cried, power
Power (x12)
All down (x2)
Bring it down
Power (x4)

Oh power,
Power, lord
Don't you know that I need you, lord
Don't you know that I need you
Don't you know that I need you

Oh lord, please
Oh lord
Oh lord

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