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Reverend Mr. Black
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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.
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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.
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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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Tou gotta walk it by yourself...
No, nobody else can walk it for you
You gotta walk it by yourself
You gotta walk that lonesome valley
Tou gotta walk it by yourself.
No, nobody else can walk it for you
You gotta walk it by yourself
You gotta walk that lonesome valley
Chorus:
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man!
To his memory 'cause I want you to understand.
And I hope I will always be a credit
I followed him, yes sir, and I don't regret it
Down in the valley where he used to sing.
I can still hear his sermon's ring,
And I guess I learned his ways by heart.
It's been many years since we had to part
(Spoken)
You gotta walk it by yourself.
No, nobody else can walk it for you
You gotta walk it by yourself
You gotta walk that lonesome valley
Chorus:
He cut him down like a big oak tree, when he said:
And then with a voice as quiet as could be,
And he let that lumberjack hit him again,
He stood like a rock, a man among men
But that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black.
To turn the other cheek to that lumber jack,
And to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool
He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule
He walked up and cussed in the preacher's face!
Then, when things got quiet in the place,
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor!
Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door
A lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray.
I gave that notion up the day
was soft and had any yellow up his back,
If ever I could have thought this man in black
(Spoken)
I got to walk it by myself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for me.
I got to walk it by myself.
I gotta walk that lonesome valley.
Chorus:
Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:
He was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king.
And folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black.
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack
He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow.
He was a mountain of a man, and I want you to know.
But one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong.
Could make a man look so down right strong,
And at first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean
He rode easy in the saddle. He was tall and lean,
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