If you beat up, buthcer, and you bleed a man
If you bang up and badger and bloodlet a man
And then I come along on the feet of man
And half way laff and cry 'bout the meat of man
And I do what I can to bale string and tie some ballad truths up
Cured out for the feed of man

And folks try to tell me that it's on God's orders 
That you bleed your man
It's on God's good word that you bleed your man
On God's plan print that you dead a man
Or you spit and curse and whip your man

I say I'll help you fix and squeeze 
Yourself up a new kind of a God of some kind
One that tells you fertilyze and multyplye
One that tells you outsow and outblow, outplant and outgrow
Outdo and outrun and outclimb and out spread 
Every other tree and bush and brushyfruits and flower petalls

Outfruit them all for the feed of man
Outstalk and outhunt and outthink for God's own sweet sake
Out think!  Out think!  
Out think the fruits, outgrow these animal kind and shapes of man
If you miss and go down 
Your dust will turn up on that long hot job
Once more again to help in the feeding and the seed of man

And not in the bleeding and the end of man