Preacher Blues

歌詞

If you wanna hear, preacher cuss, bake the bread, sweet mama and, save him the crust, and Lord, If you want, hear the preacher cuss Just bake the bread sweet mama, Lord, and save 'I'm the crust Preacher in the pulpit, bible in his hand, sister in the corner, cryin', "There's my man" Ehhh, preacher in the pulpit, bible in his hand Well, it's sister in the corner, crying, "There's my man" Preacher come to your house, you ast him to rest his hat, next thing he want to know, "Sister, where your husband at?" When a preacher come to your house, Lord, ast him to rest his hat Next thing he want to know, "Tell me where your husband at?" Come in here, then shut my door, want you to preach the same text you did, night before Well, come in here, Lord, please, shut my door Want you to preach the same text for me preached the night before See that preacher walkin', down the street, he's fixin' to mess' with every sister he meets When you see that, walkin' down the street Well he's fixin' to mess with every sister he meets Preacher, preacher you, nice and kind, better not catch you at that, house of mine Eh, swear you nice and kind Well, I better not catch you at that, that house of mine