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the little lady preacher - tom t. hall lyrics

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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 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 call 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 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

- tom t hall lyrics

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