The Preacher Man

Verse

I play the organ every Sunday at ten,

(been playing since I was nine)

I watch him send the plate down the row again,

Widow Mae folds her bill money in four,

She drops it in, and he asks for more,

He grips every palm on the way back out,

(warm eyes, firm grip)

Then counts the cash in his car with the radio loud.

Refrain

Preacher man, preacher man,

(Lord, he can preach)

Every widow's purse is in easy reach,

I play the hymn while the plate makes its way,

(pass it on down)

I see it all from the organ, and I've nothing to say.

Verse

His Cadillac's parked where the hearse should go,

(reserved for the Lord)

Chrome on the fender, polished for show,

His wife in the front pew, her hat pinned in place,

Mouths every hymn with a powdered face,

The roof's been leaking since the spring of last year,

(bucket by the altar)

He says pray on it, the money isn't here.

Refrain

Preacher man, preacher man,

(Lord, he can preach)

Every widow's purse is in easy reach,

I play the hymn while the plate makes its way,

(pass it on down)

I see it all from the organ, and I've nothing to say.

Hammond Organ Solo

Breakdown

[Spoken] "Created by DarkPrincess -- Royalty of the Night"

Verse

Mae's lights got cut off the Thursday after,

(candles on the sill)

And I heard from the vestry his lazy laughter,

But my mother played these keys for forty years,

(God rest her)

And I don't know how to quit what she held dear,

I could lift my hands and let the music drop,

Let them hear how he sounds when the Hammond stops.

Refrain

But I play a little louder when he lies,

(swell it) (swell it)

And the old folks dig deeper with tears in their eyes,

It's a beautiful song for a Sunday crime,

(amen)

And I come in right on the beat, every time.