Have you heard about the man called Job, boys? He had 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 lightning He 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 said 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 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