Текст песни The Preacher - Bing Crosby , Louis Armstrong , Matty Matlock

Gather 'round and hear the Preacher,
(gather 'round and) hear the Preacher,
(gather 'round and) hear the
Preacher, (gather 'round and hear) Preacher man
They used to call him the preacher, this was true
For, he would preach from his heart, 'bout the only way he knew
He'd stand up there in the pulpit, horn in his hand
And let that melody take you to the Promised land
I played one hymn for the ladies, one for the men
Then I would turn right around and play 'em both again
When they all got to singin' and clappin' hands
I had the swinginest convocation in the land
Gather 'round and hear the Preacher,
hear the Preacher, hear the Preacher, Preacher man
Go, Preacher, go!
Go, Preacher, go!
Now the sermon was over, he'd leave the town
And travel on to the next to lay his gospel down
So, bow your head and we'll join in one mighty chord
To say a prayer for the Preacher, gone to his reward
Yes, man