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[Verse 1]
Oh the little lady preacher from the
Limestone
Church
I'll never forget her I
guess
She
preached each Sunday morning on
the local rad
io
With a big black Bible and
a snow white
dress
[Verse 2]
She was
nineteen years of age and was
developed to a fault
But I will admit she knew the Bible
well
little white lace hankie marked the
text that she would use
She’d breathe into that microphone and
send us all to
hell
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
I was
picking for her too with what we
called 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
[Verse 5]
The Lord knows how I loved her he was
there each time she
preached
But old Luther took her home each Sunday
morn
Looking
back I still recall the way it
hurt my tender
pride
I longed to be a hero but they're
made not
born
[Verse 6]
Some
times old Luther showed up at the
studio half tight
And smoking 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've been
praying for her
too
[Verse 7]
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 standing in that
studio that
day
I had to face the heartbreak unem
ployment and
all
[Verse 8]
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 of
room
I
know Luther Short and he's a
hard old boy to change
And I've often sat and wondered who it
was converted
who
(supprime les barrés)