Reverend Mr. Black

He rode easy in the saddle he was tall and lean At first you thought nothing but a streak of mean Could make a man look so downright strong But one look in his eyes and you know what you was wrong He was a mountain of a man and I want you to know He could preach hot hell of freezin' snow He carried a Bible in a canvas sack The folks just called him the Reverend Mr Black He was poor as a beggar but he rode like a king And sometimes in the evening you could hear him sing I've gotta walk that lonesome valley I've gotta walk it by myself Oh nobody else can make it for me I've gotta walk it by myself If ever I could have through this man in black Was sort or had any yellow up his back I gave that nation up the day A lumberjack came in and it want to pray And he kicked open that meetin' house door He cussed everybody up and down the floor Then when things get quiet in the place Walked up and cussed in the preacher's face