The Preacher

(Gather round and hear, hear the preacher)

Oh yeah (Hear the preacher)

Oh yeah (Hear the preacher)

Oh yeah (Preacher Man)

They used to call him the preacher, this was true

For he would preach from his heart 'bout the only way he knew

He'd stand up there in the pulpit, horn in his hand

And let that melody take you to the promised land

I'd play one hymn for the ladies, one for the men

Then I would turn right around and play 'em both again

When they all got to singin' and clappin' hands

I had the swingin'est congregation in the land

Gather round and hear, hear the preacher

Gather round and hear, hear the preacher

Gather round and hear, hear the preacher

Gather round and hear, Preacher Man

Listen to the man

Listen to the man

Listen to the man

Listen to the man

Blow, preacher, blow

Listen to the man

Listen to the man

Blow, preacher, blow

Now the sermon was over, he'd leave the town

And travel on to the next to lay my gospel down

So bow your heads and we'll join in one mighty chord

To say a prayer for the preacher, come to his reward

Yes, Lord