The Reverend Mr. Black
 By: Stoller/Leiber/Wheeler
He rode easy in the saddle He was tall and lean
At first you thought nothing but a streak of mean
Could make a man look so downright strong
But one look in his eye and you know'd you was wrong
He was a mountain of a man and I want you to know
He could preach hot hell or freezing snow
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack
The folks just called Him, The Reverend Mr. Black
He was poor a a beggar but He rode like a king
Down in the Valley where you'd hear him sing


I got to walk that lonesome valley - I got to walk it by myself
Nobody else can walk it for me - I got to walk it by myself

If ever I would'a thought that man in black
Was soft or had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day
A lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray
Well he kicked open the meetin' house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor
And then when things got quiet in the place
He walked up and cussed in the preacher's face
He hit that Reverend like the kick of a mule
And to my way ‘o thinking it took a pure fool
To turn the other cheek to that lumberjack
For that's what he did The Reverend Mr. Black

He stood like a rock a man among men
Then he let that lumberjack hit him again
And then with a voice as kind as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said

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You got to walk that lonesome valley - You got to walk it buy yourself
Nobody else can walk it for you - You got to walk it by yourself

It's been many years since we had to part - I guess I learned His ways by heart
I can still hear his sermons ring - down in the valley where He used to sing
I followed him yes sir and I don't regret it - I hope that I'll always be a credit
To His memory ‘cause I want you to understand
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man

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