Little country preacher with his head bowed down in prayer
I know that he's in conference with our Lord, away up there
He's not hightoned with his speech just plain like you and me
He reminds me of the prophets and the man of Galilee

He started out when just a lad to preach the gospel way
And when the path got hard to trod with mother 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 sake
If you pass it by and don't go in you've made a big mistake
His good old fashioned voice pleads with you stranger enter in
God's pleading through good men like him to save us from our sins