Faron Young - Reverend Mr. Black

He rode easy in the saddle he was tall and lean
At first you thought nothing but a streak of mean
Could make a man look so downright strong
But one look in his eyes and you know what you was wrong
He was a mountain of a man and I want you to know
He could preach hot hell of freezin' snow
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack
The folks just called him the Reverend Mr Black
He was poor as a beggar but he rode like a king
And sometimes in the evening you could hear him sing
I've gotta walk that lonesome valley I've gotta walk it by myself
Oh nobody else can make it for me I've gotta walk it by myself

If ever I could have through this man in black
Was sort or had any yellow up his back
I gave that nation up the day
A lumberjack came in and it want to pray
And he kicked open that meetin' house door
He cussed everybody up and down the floor
Then when things get quiet in the place
Walked up and cussed in the preacher's face