Аккорды Tom T. Hall - The Little Lady Preacher

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Oh, the little lady preacher from the limestone church
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I'll never forget her, I guess
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She preached each Sunday morning on the local radio
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With a big black Bible and a snow-white dress
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She was nineteen years of age and was developed to a fault
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But I will admit, she knew the Bible well
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A little white lace hankie marked the text that she would use
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She'd breathe into that microphone and send us all to hell

[Verse 2]
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She had a guitar picker by the name of Luther Short
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A hairy-legged soul lost out in sin
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She would turn and smile at Luther when the program would commence
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With a voice as sweet as angels', she would break out in a hymn
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I was a-picking for her too with what we called the doghouse bass
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I clung to every word that passed her lips
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She was down on booze and cigarettes and high on days to come
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And she'd punctuate the prophecy with movements of her hips

[Bridge]
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[Verse 3]
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The Lord knows how I loved her, He was there each time she preached
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But old Luther took her home each Sunday morn
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Looking back, I still recall the way it hurt my tender pride
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I longed to be a hero but they're made, not born
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Sometimes, old Luther showed up at the studio half tight
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And smoking was a thing he liked to do
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She never said a word to him but said a prayer for me
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I told her, in a way, that I've been praying for her too

[Verse 4]
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One Sunday, her old man showed up and said that she was gone
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Said she and brother Luther had a call
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I can see me standing in that studio that day
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I had to face the heartbreak, unemployment and all
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I don't know where they are 'cause I ain't seen them people since
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Lord, if I judge 'em, let me give 'em lots of room
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I know Luther Short and he's a hard old boy to change
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And I've often sat and wondered who it was converted whom