Bing Crosby and Louis Armstrong - Preacher | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Bing Crosby and Louis Armstrong
• Preacher

Gather 'round and hear the Preacher, hear the Preacher, hear the Preacher, 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 played 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 swinginest convocation in the land.

Gather 'round and hear the Preacher, hear the Preacher, hear the Preacher, Preacher man.

Listen to the man (Go, Preacher, go!)

Now the sermon was over, he'd leave the town,
and travel on to the next to lay his gospel down,
So, bow your head and we'll join in one mighty chord,
to say a prayer for the Preacher, gone to my reward.