Lyrics

Dat Dere Preacher

Round about 9 on a Sunday morn
Folks head to town with the buckoard full
Goin to a meeting with ya best clothes on
Bring ya own vittles gonna praise God's glory

Dat dere Preacher mops his brown and sweats
Talks that fire and brimstone
When the Lawd will resurrect
Dat dere preacher John Brown you'll never be
For simple folks on a homestead
Dat dere preacher's all you need

There be yellin' and dancin' it's gonna get hot
Miss Sarah starts shakin' and then she drops
Some chicken and salad, baked pie and tea
The chillun get candy and play some games

Chorus

He blesses those doggies come brandin' time
Prays with the widows when he makes his rounds
Marries those couples in early June
Buries your kin, baptizes your brood