Lyrics

The weather-worn preacher man, turns his back against the rain
Preaching fire and brimstone, out on the open plain
Collar up and head held high, he has three chords and the truth
In his hand a worn-out bible and the scars of a miss - spent youth

They call him Reverend Rock ´n? Roll
He plays country to ease your soul
And if your life gives you the blues
The Reverend has a song for you. (And it goes??)
La, la, la?? Amen!

So he takes out his old guitar and says,?Lord, now let us play
To the congregation all around, You sure work in mysterious ways!?

Well I am no believer, guess I worship me instead
But I swear I started doubting when he turned to me and said
?Would you be a frightened child, if God rolled up his sleeves?
Would you stand there and turn to stone or get down on your bended knees??

They call him Reverend Rock ´n? Roll
He plays country to ease your soul
And if your life gives you the blues
The Reverend has a song for you. (And it goes??)
La, la, la?? Amen!

They call him Reverend Rock ´n? Roll
He plays country to ease your soul
And if your life gives you the blues
The Reverend has a song for you. (And it goes??)
La, la, la?? Amen!

Copyright© Andy Goggin 2006