Mercy on judgment, Lord Downpressor man, where you gonna run to? Run to the Lord, Lord, what you hidin'? Oh, along that day I wouldn't like to be a flea, under your collar, man Oh, along that day, sad day Tell me, downpressor man, where you gonna run to?

Where you gonna run to Downpresser man All along that day You drink your big champagne and laugh I wouldn't like to be a flea Under your collar man You can run but you can't hide Beggin' to hide you All along that day

Where you gonna run to Downpresser man All along that day You drink your big champagne and laugh I wouldn't like to be a flea Under your collar man You can run but you can't hide Beggin' to hide you All along that day