Case of the Wine Soaked Preacher - Acoustic
You know he never did marry, faith took all his energies
Was a celibate preacher for 32 good seasons
At Hazelwood Hamlet's single room one
And only house of worship in the trees
She was a beauty of body in only 14 years
He made his lessons in virtue a little too clear
On Sunday afternoons
Off by themselves, in the meadow just outside of town
Did he misappropriate a kiss, or was he really just a dedicated teacher?
Before we can judge him, remember that we're all the same, hey, hey
The details are fuzzy and that nothin's ever as it seems
In the case of the wine-soaked preacher
She tried to fight her way to shore, but never learned to swim
Her lungs filled up with water, she eddied down the stream
Face down, on up around the bend where that old current's at its worst
And with the unborn baby of unknown sire
There were two dead in the water, but really three died
If you count the preacher's will, but man
You gotta admit it sure did solve his problems
Did he drown her in the river?
Or did she slip and did he really try to reach her?
Before we can judge him, remember that we're all the same, hey, hey
The details are fuzzy, and that nothin's ever as it seems
In the case of the wine-soaked preacher
Was it a little more venom, a bit less grace?
Or a lot more fire, a little less chaste
Still, I don't know exactly what it was
But the sermons were never quite the same after that, I'll tell you
He died alone and anonymous, and that's a fitting fate
For an undiscovered diddler, but a terrible waste
Of an innocent man, and no one really knows for sure
About that, but him and he ain't talking
Was he evil and a drunk, or just another one of God's poor creatures?
Before we can judge him, remember that we're all the same, hey, hey
And the details are fuzzy and that nothin's ever as it seems
In the case of the wine-soaked preacher
Did he misappropriate a kiss, or was he really just a dedicated teacher?
Did he drown her in the river, or did she slip and did he really try to reach her?
Was he evil and a drunk, or just another one of God's poor creatures?
God's poor creatures
Lacking features
In the bleachers
With we, the searchers
Was a celibate preacher for 32 good seasons
At Hazelwood Hamlet's single room one
And only house of worship in the trees
She was a beauty of body in only 14 years
He made his lessons in virtue a little too clear
On Sunday afternoons
Off by themselves, in the meadow just outside of town
Did he misappropriate a kiss, or was he really just a dedicated teacher?
Before we can judge him, remember that we're all the same, hey, hey
The details are fuzzy and that nothin's ever as it seems
In the case of the wine-soaked preacher
She tried to fight her way to shore, but never learned to swim
Her lungs filled up with water, she eddied down the stream
Face down, on up around the bend where that old current's at its worst
And with the unborn baby of unknown sire
There were two dead in the water, but really three died
If you count the preacher's will, but man
You gotta admit it sure did solve his problems
Did he drown her in the river?
Or did she slip and did he really try to reach her?
Before we can judge him, remember that we're all the same, hey, hey
The details are fuzzy, and that nothin's ever as it seems
In the case of the wine-soaked preacher
Was it a little more venom, a bit less grace?
Or a lot more fire, a little less chaste
Still, I don't know exactly what it was
But the sermons were never quite the same after that, I'll tell you
He died alone and anonymous, and that's a fitting fate
For an undiscovered diddler, but a terrible waste
Of an innocent man, and no one really knows for sure
About that, but him and he ain't talking
Was he evil and a drunk, or just another one of God's poor creatures?
Before we can judge him, remember that we're all the same, hey, hey
And the details are fuzzy and that nothin's ever as it seems
In the case of the wine-soaked preacher
Did he misappropriate a kiss, or was he really just a dedicated teacher?
Did he drown her in the river, or did she slip and did he really try to reach her?
Was he evil and a drunk, or just another one of God's poor creatures?
God's poor creatures
Lacking features
In the bleachers
With we, the searchers
Credits
Writer(s): Corby Clark Marinus Lund
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