It's a southern story
It's a tale of sin
About an Alabama preacher man
Who will never preach again
Lord knows I'm a simple man
Only he would understand
Why he took the devil's hand
Mr. Preacher man
Brother Travis was a
Preacher man
A man of the cloth, so they say
But he laid in bed with two women by his side
And a bottle of whiskey in his hand
Hey, hey Mr. Preacher man
Heard somebody say
You ain't worth the soul you sold
There's gonna be hell to pay
You wanna be a millionaire, so pass around the basket there
Ask a trusted friend to share
Mr. Preacher man
Brother Travis was a
Preacher man
A man of the cloth, so they say
But he laid in bed with two women by his side
And a bottle of whiskey in his hand
I said Brother Travis will never understand
Too many times my mama cried
I would have too if it wasn't for pride
God and truth go hand in hand, Mr. Preacher man
Someday soon we'll be rid of you
That's when the truth will come shining through
If it's the last thing I ever do
Mr. Preacher man
Brother Travis was a
Preacher man
A man of the cloth, so they say
But he laid in bed with two women by his side
And a bottle of whiskey in his hand
And a bottle of whiskey in his hand
Oh, yeah
Brother Travis will never understand
Oh yeah
