The Battle of Where to Go

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|: Oh, Joshua fought the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho,
And we fought the battle of where to go, where to go, yes, exactly just where to go.

With seductive temptations on every side, on every side,
Soft and smooth or rough and tough as rawhide, raw rawhide,

The weak subjected to offers of tantalizing treats,
Ol' Nick tirelessly honing and slicking up his deceits.

Chance and opportunity jabbing and stabbing away,
Piercing "ar" armor, disarming and leading astray.

To and fro, on the go, everything so blasé, you know,
Gotta see that great show again, at the walls of Jericho.

Oh, to have the old gang together again, Sid 'n Frankie, 'n Jer & Mo.
Jerry, what a character, jokin', kiddin' 'n foolin' around in that little old town of Provo.

And then there was old Joe! Could there have been a better Joe?
Needed somethin' done n' done just right, to him ya had ta go.

Though not just Joe, alone, I swear, every buddy woulda done the same,
Sharing all they had with one and all, for that was the name of the game.

Yes, sir, that was the name of the game!

Though not just Joe, alone, I swear, every buddy woulda done the same,
Yes, sir, that was the name of the game!:|

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