Shoot the Preacher

Ooh, Lordy
That's right
You got it, y'all

Me and the men watchin' late night TV
Saw a scary man came on to me
And said hey man
And take my hand

Look here
I said no, no, no Mister please
You can't bring a bad boy to his knees
Got a subtle way to save it out of charm

Shoot the preacher down

Just when I thought that he was dead
Got right back on his feet and this is what he said
Black is bad, white is right
White by day is black by night

Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down

Ooh, such is heaven, such is hell
Ain't no vacant lot to buy you some sin
Save our souls for judgment day
Cash your chips, you're on your way

Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down

Oh, yes indeed a little negation
Just touch the boob tube and y'all will be healed
Take my hand
And I'll lead you to the promised land

Oh, shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down

Ow
Shoot shoot
Yeah hahaha
Shoot the preacher down
Oh oh
Shoot the preacher down



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Morris, Bullet Boys
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