| lyric | Gather round and hear the Preacher,
hear the Preacher, hera the Preacher, Preacher man.
They used to call him The Preacher,
this was true for, he would teach fromhis heart
’bout the only thing he knew.
He would stand up there in the pulpit,
horn in his hand,
and let that melody take you to the Promised land.
2. He playedd one hymn for the ladies,
One for the ma then he would turn right around
and play ’em both again.
Whe they all got to swingin’ and clapin’ hands,
I had the swinginest convocation inm the land.
Gather ’round and hear the Preacher,
hera the Preacher, hear, the Preacher,
Preacher man.
3. Now the sermon was over,
he’d leave the town and travel on t th enext to
lay his gospel down.
So, bow your head and we’ll join in
one mighty chord to say a prayer for The Preacher, |