Songs

Yeah he's a preacher,
what ya' call a street preacher

Yeah he's a preacher, what ya' call a street preacher,
With redemption 'n his soul n' talkin' 'bout th' Lord;
Yeah he's a preacher, what ya call a real-outreacher,
Sole concern t' get ya right n' ready, t' meet God.
Yeah he's a preacher, what ya' call a street preacher,
Cuts a lonely figure, these days, in the crowd;
Yeah he's a pilgrim, an a prophet, he's a teacher,
All sees is y' all being under God's big black cloud.
Yeah he's a preacher, what ya' call street preacher,
Carries th' whole world on his shoulder;
Can see what's coming down th' line, lies ahead n' th' future,
Sees ya all gettin' colder, he just gets on, even boulder.
Yeah he's a preacher, what ya' call a street preacher,
Got a real hot message, by God to him t'was given;
Callin' ya' outta y're' darkness n' y're danger,
So ya won't be locked out one day, from God's heaven.
Yeah he's a preacher, what ya' call a street preacher,
With th' Bible in 'is hand, an' in his heart a heavy load;
Travel n' time, age, n' th' years, no, don't make job no lighter,
But he jus' keeps on apreaching, does jus' what bin told.
Yeah he's a preacher, what ya' call a street preacher,
'E talks 'bout th' cross, Saviour an' His blood;
Thunders n' 'e cries, warns, a real soul pleader,
Cause he knows, Oh people listen, he knows, one day, ya's gonna meet with God.