Bluegrass Songs - Little country preacher

Little country preacher

Little country preacher with his head bowed down in prayer
I know that he's in conference with our Load, away up there
He's not hightoned with his speech just plain like you and me
He reminds me fo the prophets and the man of Calilee

He started out when just a lad to preach the gospel way
And when the path got hard to trod with mothe he would stay
The momey did not bother him for Christ he took his stand
His payday will be paid to him  at the gates of Glory Land

The little church he preaches at each Sunday for our aske
If you pass it by and don't go in you've made a big mistake
His good old fashioned voice pleads stranger enter in
God's pleading through good men to save us from our sins