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tom t hall - little lady preacher كلمات أغنية

oh, the little lady preacher from the limestone church
i’ll never forget her i guess
she preached each sunday morning on the local radio
with a big black bible and a snow white dress

she was nineteen years of age and was developed to the fault
but i will admit she knew the bible well
a little white lace hankie marked the text that she would use
she breathed into that microphone and sent us all to h-ll

she had a guitar picker by the name of luther short
a hairy legged soul lost out in sin
she would turn and smile at luther when the program would commence
with a voice as sweet as angels’ she would break out in a hymn

i was pickin’ for her too with what we called the doghouse b-ss
i clung to every word that p-ssed her lips
she was down on booze and cigarettes and high on days to come
and she’d punctuate the prophecy with movements of her hips

the lord knows how i loved her, he was there each time she preached
but old luther took her home each sunday morn
looking back i still recall the way it hurt my tender pride
i longed to be a hero but they’re made not born

sometimes old luther showed up at the studio half tight
and smoking was a thing he liked to do
she never said a word to him but said a prayer for me
i told her in a way that i’ve been praying for her too

one sunday her old man showed up and said that she was gone
said she and brother luther had a call
i can see me standin’ in that studio that day
i had to face the heartbreak unemployment and all

i don’t know where they are ’cause i ain’t seen them people since
lord if i judge ’em let me give ’em lots of room
i know luther short and he’s a hard old boy to change
and i’ve often sat and wondered who it was converted whom

- tom t hall

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