Little country preacher
Little country preacher with his head bowed down in prayer I know that he's in conference with our Load, away up there He's not hightoned with his speech just plain like you and me He reminds me fo the prophets and the man of Calilee He started out when just a lad to preach the gospel way And when the path got hard to trod with mothe he would stay The momey did not bother him for Christ he took his stand His payday will be paid to him at the gates of Glory Land The little church he preaches at each Sunday for our aske If you pass it by and don't go in you've made a big mistake His good old fashioned voice pleads stranger enter in God's pleading through good men to save us from our sins