Oh, that black preacher loves her so.
Even if it is from some kind of distance,
He cuts his eyes over at her, standin’ at the door.
Oh, that black preacher loves her so!
Even when the state came and took away her children,
Even when she spent those 33 days in jail,
He came out with his mower loaded up on his trailer
And cut her grass, and paid her utility bill.
He glances over at her now,
As she stoops over the fence,
Gossiping with the neighbor,
Downcast, shame-faced, chattin’ down low.
But oh, that black preacher—he loves her so!
-jenn long
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