You can run for a long time,
Run on for a long time.
Run on for a long time:
Sooner or later gotta cut you down.
Sooner or later gotta cut you down.

Go tell that long tongued liar,
Go an' tell that midnight rider.
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back-biter.
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down.
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down.

Well, my goodness gracious, let me tell you the news.
My head's been wet with the midnight dew.
I been down on bended knee,
Talkin' to the man from Galillee.

He spoke to me with a voice so sweet,
I thought I heard the shuffle of angel's feet.
He called my name an' my heart stood still,
When he said: "John, go do my will."

Go tell that long tongued liar,
Go an' tell that midnight rider.
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back-biter.
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down.
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down.

You can run for a long time,
Run on for a long time.
Run on for a long time:
Sooner or later gotta cut you down.
Sooner or later gotta cut you down.

Well you may throw your rock, hide your hand,
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man.
But as sure as God made black an' white,
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light.

You can run for a long time,
Run on for a long time.
Run on for a long time:
Sooner or later gotta cut you down.
Sooner or later gotta cut you down.

Go tell that long tongued liar,
Go an' tell that midnight rider.
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back-biter.
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down.
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down.
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down.