Momma, I’ve got something to ask you, have things been alright? Dad’s been gone for a while, and the doors been locked up tight. Shouldn’t he be home any minute? Wish I knew what was going on. I was such a young boy then, still I knew, something was wrong.
Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more? Why’s he sittin’ in my father’s chair? Why can’t I see my daddy no more?
Momma, you don’t have to tell me, we all got our secrets. Even then I had a feeling I wouldn’t know the truth for several years to come.
Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more? Why’s he sittin’ in my father’s chair? Why can’t I see my daddy no more?
Seemed simple enough. Love divided. Innocent eyes don’t fear change. If you’d have told me, then, the cause for departure, you’d see a different man before you today. With thoughts of suicide and my mother on his mind, still I wonder what my father would say:
"Priest. No man of his word. Minister of disbelief. A bastard, a liar, a hypocrite. Manipulative motherfucker stole my life from me.
Who is this preacher man? Used to call him a friend of mine. Who does this coward think he is in my chair? Why can’t I see my kids no more?
I know this preacher man, he ain’t no friend of mine. Now he’s gone and changed the life of my children. Dead preacher I hope to find.”
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