Lyrics:

By Dickey Betts Copyright 1981 Pangola Publishing Co. Transcribed by Paul Gongola. The words are the thunder The thought is the lightning The telling of the tale is the storm The defendant must be guilty As he waits impatiently As the wooden stake is driven And the angel sounds the horn The cornered Lion is not within the realm of reason Fear is like the cracking of the lash You want to run, you want to fight Lightning flashes in the night You finally turn away to hide your face As the judges file in to take their places You got to hold your ground Hold your ground like a man Sometimes you've just got to hold your ground When the truth has finally been tasted You can tell them all their time has not been wasted You got to hold your ground Hold your ground like a man Sometimes you've just got to hold your ground When the truth has finally been tasted You can tell them all their time has not been wasted