You seem to me to be polite and well refined
And your words sound lovely to the ear
True the fruit you offer me is sweet as wine
Mr. Scratch what is the catch inside the deal
Is there more than what you say in here
And what exactly do you mean by “It’s a steal.”
(Chorus)
I know you and what you’re doing
You want me to follow you to ruin
My soul is not for sale though you try to buy it still
Only the gold that is God ever will
You would show your wares wherever someone’s weak
You mine to find another Jabez stone
But I submit that counterfeit is your technique
Mr. Scratch you seek to snatch a guilty plea
Get me Daniel Webster on the phone
Is anybody out there representing me
(Chorus)
I was walking through this world your prisoner
I signed my name then came the finer print
I was condemned I turned to Him my Savior
Mr. Scratch you met your match the matchless name
The answer to your hell bent – heaven sent
Best be finding somewhere else to play your game
