The Little Lady Preacher Lyrics
| Song | The Little Lady Preacher |
| Artist | Tom T. Hall |
| Album | In Search Of A Song |
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| 作词 : Hall | |
| Oh, the little lady preacher from the limestone church | |
| I'll never forget her, i guess | |
| She preached each sunday mornin' on the local radio | |
| With a big black bible and a snow-white dress | |
| She was 19 years of age and was developed to a fault | |
| But i will admit she knew the bible well | |
| A little white lace hanky marked the text that she would use | |
| She'd breathe into that microphone and send us all to hell | |
| 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 call the doghouse bass | |
| I clung to every word that passed 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 ol' luther took her home each sunday morn' | |
| Lookin' back i still recall the way it hurt my tender pride | |
| I longed to be a hero but they're made not born | |
| Sometimes ol' luther showed up at the studio half-tight | |
| And smokin' 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'd been prayin' 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 o' room | |
| I know ol' luther short and he's a hard ol' boy to change | |
| And i've often sat and wondered who it was converted whom |
| zuo ci : Hall | |
| Oh, the little lady preacher from the limestone church | |
| I' ll never forget her, i guess | |
| She preached each sunday mornin' on the local radio | |
| With a big black bible and a snowwhite dress | |
| She was 19 years of age and was developed to a fault | |
| But i will admit she knew the bible well | |
| A little white lace hanky marked the text that she would use | |
| She' d breathe into that microphone and send us all to hell | |
| She had a guitar picker by the name of luther short | |
| A hairylegged 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 call the doghouse bass | |
| I clung to every word that passed 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 ol' luther took her home each sunday morn' | |
| Lookin' back i still recall the way it hurt my tender pride | |
| I longed to be a hero but they' re made not born | |
| Sometimes ol' luther showed up at the studio halftight | |
| And smokin' 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' d been prayin' 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 o' room | |
| I know ol' luther short and he' s a hard ol' boy to change | |
| And i' ve often sat and wondered who it was converted whom |
| zuò cí : Hall | |
| Oh, the little lady preacher from the limestone church | |
| I' ll never forget her, i guess | |
| She preached each sunday mornin' on the local radio | |
| With a big black bible and a snowwhite dress | |
| She was 19 years of age and was developed to a fault | |
| But i will admit she knew the bible well | |
| A little white lace hanky marked the text that she would use | |
| She' d breathe into that microphone and send us all to hell | |
| She had a guitar picker by the name of luther short | |
| A hairylegged 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 call the doghouse bass | |
| I clung to every word that passed 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 ol' luther took her home each sunday morn' | |
| Lookin' back i still recall the way it hurt my tender pride | |
| I longed to be a hero but they' re made not born | |
| Sometimes ol' luther showed up at the studio halftight | |
| And smokin' 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' d been prayin' 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 o' room | |
| I know ol' luther short and he' s a hard ol' boy to change | |
| And i' ve often sat and wondered who it was converted whom |
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