Little country preacher with his head bowed down in prayer
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I know that he's in conference with our Load away up there
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He's not hightened with his speech just plain like you and me
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He reminds me of the prophets and the man of Galilee
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He started out when just a lad to preach the gospel way
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And when the path got hard to trod with mother he would stay
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The money did not bother him for Christ he took his stand
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His pay day will be paid to him at the gates of Glory Land
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The little church he preaches at each Sunday for our aske
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If you pass it by and don't go in you've made a big mistake
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His good old fashioned voice pleads stranger enter in
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God's pleading through good men to save us from our sins
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