The Little Lady Preacher

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Verse 1: C Oh the little lady preacher from the F Limestone C Church I'll never forget her I G7 guess She C preached each Sunday morning on F the local rad C io   With a big black Bible and G7 a snow white C dress

Verse 2: C She was F nineteen years of age and was C developed to a fault But I will admit she knew the Bible G7 well    A F little white lace hankie marked the C text that she would use She´d breathe into that microphone and G7 send us all to C hell Verse 3: C She had a guitar picker by the F name of Luther C Short A hairy legged soul lost out in G7 sin    She would C turn and smile at Luther when the F program would C commence With a voice as sweet as angels' she would G7 break out in a C hymn Verse 4: C I was F picking for her too with what we C called the doghouse bass I clung to every word that passed her G7 lips    She F was down on booze and cigarettes and C high on days to come And she'd punctuate the prophecy with G7 movements of her C hips Verse 5: C The Lord knows how I loved her he was F there each time she C preached But old Luther took her home each Sunday G7 morn    Looking C back I still recall the way it F hurt my tender C pride I longed to be a hero but they're G7 made not C born Verse 6: C Some F times old Luther showed up at the C studio half tight And smoking was a thing he liked to G7 do    She F never said a word to him but C said a prayer for me I told her in a way that I've been G7 praying for her C too   Verse 7: C One Sunday her old man showed up and F said that she was C gone Said she and brother Luther had a G7 call    I C can see me standing in that F studio that C day   I had to face the heartbreak unem G7 ployment and C all   Verse 8: C I F don't know where they are cause I C ain't seen them people since Lord if I judge 'em let me give 'em lots of G7 room    I F know Luther Short and he's a C hard old boy to change And I've often sat and wondered who it G7 was converted C who