the little lady preacher Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Oh, the [D]little
lady preacher from the [G]limestone [D]church
I'll never forget her, I [A]guess
She [D]preached each Sunday
morning on the [G]local radio
[D]With a big black Bible and
[A]a snow-white dress
dress
[D]

[Verse 2]
She [G]was 19 years of age and
was de[D]veloped to a fault
But I will admit she knew the Bible [A]well
A [G]little white lace hanky marked the
[D]text that she would use
She'd breathe into that microphone
and [A]send us all to hell
[D]

[Verse 3]
She had a guitar picker by
[G]the name of Luther [D]Short
A hairy-legged soul soul lost out in [A]sin
She would [D]turn and smile at Luther when
the [G]program would com[D]mence
With a voice as sweet as angels she
would [A]break out in a hym[D]n

[Verse 4]
I was [G]picking for her too with what
[D]we call the doghouse bass
I clung to every word that passed her [A]lips
She was [G]down on booze and cigarettes
and [D]high on days to come
And she'd punctuate the prophecy with
[A]movements of her hips

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 5]
The [Eb]Lord knows how I loved her,
he was [Ab]there each time she [Eb]preached
But ol' Luther took her home
each Sunday [Bb]morn'
Looking [Eb]back I still recall the
way it [Ab]hurt my tender [Eb]pride
I longed to be a hero but they're
[Bb]made not born
[Eb]

[Verse 6]
Some[Ab]times ol' Luther showed
up at the [Eb]stu dio half-tight
And And smoking was a
thing he liked [Bb]to do
She [Ab]never said a word to him
but [Eb]said a prayer for me
I told her in a way that I'd been
[Bb]praying for her too
[Eb]

[Verse 7]
One Sunday her old man showed up
and [Ab]said that she was [Eb]gone
Said she and brother Luther had [Bb]a call
I [Eb]can see me standing in that [Ab]studio that [Eb]day
I had to face the heartbreak,
unem[Bb]ployment and all
[Eb]

[Verse 8]
I [Ab]don't know where they are 'cause I
[Eb]ain't seen them people since
Lord if I judge 'em let me
give 'em lots o' [Bb]room
I [Ab]know ol' Luther Short and he's
a [Eb]hard ol' boy to change
And I've often sat and wondered who
it [Bb]was converted w[Ab]hom
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