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Reverend Mr Black
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(spoken)

He rode easy in the saddle. he was tall and lean,

And at first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean

Could make a man look so down right strong,

But one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong.

He was a mountain of a man, and i want you to know.

He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow.

He carried a bible in a canvas sack

And folks just called him the reverend mr. black.

He was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king.

Sometimes in the evening, i'd hear him sing:



Chorus:

I gotta walk that lonesome valley.

I got to walk it by myself.

Oh nobody else can walk it for me.

I got to walk it by myself.



(spoken)

If ever i could have thought this man in black

Was soft and had any yellow up his back,

I gave that notion up the day

A lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray.

Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door

And he cussed everybody up and down the floor!

Then, when things got quiet in the place,

He walked up and cussed in the preacher's face!

He hit that reverend like a kick of a mule

And to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool

To turn the other cheek to that lumber jack,

But that's what he did, the reverend mr. black.

He stood like a rock, a man among men

And he let that lumberjack hit him again,

And then with a voice as quiet as could be,

He cut him down like a big oak tree, when he said:



Chorus:

You gotta walk that lonesome valley

You gotta walk it by yourself

No, nobody else can walk it for you

You gotta walk it by yourself.



(spoken)

It's been many years since we had to part

And i guess i learned his ways by heart.

I can still hear his sermon's ring,

Down in the valley where he used to sing.

I followed him, yes sir, and i don't regret it

And i hope i will always be a credit

To his memory 'cause i want you to understand.

The reverend mr. black was my old man!



Chorus:

You gotta walk that lonesome valley

You gotta walk it by yourself

No, nobody else can walk it for you

Tou gotta walk it by yourself.



You gotta walk that lonesome valley

You gotta walk it by yourself

No, nobody else can walk it for you

Tou gotta walk it by yourself...










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