| Momma, I’ve got something to ask you, have things been alright?
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| Dad’s been gone for a while, and the doors been locked up tight
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| Shouldn’t he be home any minute? |
| Wish I knew what was going on
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| I was such a young boy then, still I knew, something was wrong
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| Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more?
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| Why’s he sittin' in my father’s chair? |
| Why can’t I see my daddy no more?
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| Momma, you don’t have to tell me, we all got our secrets
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| Even then I had a feeling I wouldn’t know the truth for several years to come
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| Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more?
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| Why’s he sittin' in my father’s chair? |
| Why can’t I see my daddy no more?
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| Seemed simple enough. |
| Love divided. |
| Innocent eyes don’t fear change
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| If you’d have told me, then, the cause for departure, you’d see a different man
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| before you today
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| With thoughts of suicide and my mother on his mind, still I wonder what my
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| father would say:
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| «Priest. |
| No man of his word. |
| Minister of disbelief
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| A bastard, a liar, a hypocrite. |
| Manipulative motherfucker stole my life from me
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| Who is this preacher man? |
| Used to call him a friend of mine
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| Who does this coward think he is in my chair? |
| Why can’t I see my kids no more?
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| I know this preacher man, he ain’t no friend of mine
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| Now he’s gone and changed the life of my children
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| Dead preacher I hope to find.»
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| Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more? |