Tom T. Hall – The Little Lady Preacher (Guitar)
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[Verse 1]
C Oh the little lady preacher from the F Limestone C Church
I'll never forget her I
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guessShe
C preached each Sunday morning on F the local rad C io
With a big black Bible and
G7 a snow white C dress
[Verse 2]
C She was F nineteen years of age and was C developed to a fault
But I will admit she knew the Bible
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well A
F little white lace hankie marked the C text that she would use
She´d breathe into that microphone and
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[Verse 3]
C She had a guitar picker by the F name of Luther C Short
A hairy legged soul lost out in
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sin She would
C turn and smile at Luther when the F program would C commence
With a voice as sweet as angels' she would
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[Verse 4]
C I was F picking for her too with what we C called the doghouse bass
I clung to every word that passed her
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lips She
F was down on booze and cigarettes and C high on days to come
And she'd punctuate the prophecy with
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[Verse 5]
C The Lord knows how I loved her he was F there each time she C preached
But old Luther took her home each Sunday
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morn Looking
C back I still recall the way it F hurt my tender C pride
I longed to be a hero but they're
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[Verse 6]
C Some F times old Luther showed up at the C studio half tight
And smoking was a thing he liked to
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do She
F never said a word to him but C said a prayer for me
I told her in a way that I've been
G7 praying for her C too
[Verse 7]
C One Sunday her old man showed up and F said that she was C gone
Said she and brother Luther had a
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call I
C can see me standing in that F studio that C day
I had to face the heartbreak unem
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[Verse 8]
C I F don't know where they are cause I C ain't seen them people since
Lord if I judge 'em let me give 'em lots of
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room I
F know Luther Short and he's a C hard old boy to change
And I've often sat and wondered who it
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