Preacher Man

It was a little white church just down the road
On a Sunday afternoon that was bitterly cold
The preacher full of fire and brimstone spoke
Giving no comfort to hearts that were broke
Her family was shattered, they'd just lost their Mom
To an illness so cruel it kept holding on
Till the doctors said there was nothing to do
But pray that God takes her one day very soon
He said, "Hey, you might see this fine lady once again
When you're in Heaven with the angels surrounded by friends
But, you might meet the Devil himself
You gotta save your soul and I can help
If you don't get right with God, you'll be burnin' in Hell.
If you don't get right with God, you'll be burnin' in Hell."
Hey, He's the Preacher Man
From his pulpit he hammered and beat down the crowd
Shocked silence and fear were emotions allowed
He said, "Eternal life can be within your grasp
If you only believe and you follow the path."
He said, "Hey, you might see this fine lady once again
When you're in Heaven with the angels surrounded by friends
But, you might meet the Devil himself
You gotta save your soul and I can help
If you don't get right with God, you'll be burnin' in Hell.
If you don't get right with God, you'll be burnin' in Hell."
Hey, He's the Preacher Man
When the preacher was finished, I sang my song
Of hope and forgiveness, of righting the wrongs
There are some things that we don't understand,
But I don't believe we'll forever be damned
He said, "Hey, you might see this fine lady once again
When you're in Heaven with the angels surrounded by friends
But, you might meet the Devil himself
You gotta save your soul and I can help
If you don't get right with God, you'll be burnin' in Hell.
If you don't get right with God, you'll be burnin' in Hell."
Hey, He's the Preacher Man
He's that Preacher
He's the Preacher
He's that Preacher
He's the Preacher Man