How Low Preacher chords by Papa Dukes

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Intro:

C G

Verse 1:
C                    C     G
 Strolls into town on his merry-go-round
  G
He pitches up a tent and goes

Lock him from door to door

Say won't you help me boy
                             C
All we need is some of your dough
                         G              C
He says the people that give will be the ones
               G
Who live in the comforts of almighty above

So put your trust in me and give me all your money
                     C
Finance my labor of love

Chorus:
                  F                       C
Oh but what they don't understand he's a commissioned man
     G               C
His percentage is a guarantee
 F                  C                      G             C
One for them nine to nine for him keeps him living in a luxury
               Eb         C
That preacher lives in a luxury
 G C    F         C
Well how low how low
   G         C
How low how low

Verse 2:
                         G  C                              G
Now there are women who give more than they share just to satisfy his needs
                                                                          C
This boy has good looks and heavenly books gets them right down on their knees

He's just a thief at heart just skimming and
                  G
Scamming says he's working for heaven above

He uses prayer to scare then takes the lion's
                                 C
Share to get the things that he loves

Chorus:
                  F
Oh but what they don't understand he's just a
 C             G                       C
Swindling man with no one to call his bluff
 F                     C
Takes and takes all the money he makes
G            C
 It's never enough

No no no no
Eb             C
   It's never enough
        F
Well how low
     C
How low
   G
How low
     C
How low

Verse 3:

He's gonna feel the shame  St
                                G
Peter called his name and said hey preacher you got to go
                                                               C
You got to work and work and work and work and work shoveling coal

It's time to pay for your sins so let the torment begin and get
 G
Weighed down deep in your soul and start fanning the flames
                                         C
You got no one to blame for losing your soul

Chorus:
             F                    C
Oh but now we all understand his missionary plans
         G                C
Stood for money lust and greed
   F                      C
Got all he deserved with a holy purge
        G
Now he's damned for eternity
C                   Eb         C
  That preacher is damned for eternity

Outro:
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