Jeanne Burns / Billie Holiday
He was lanky and tall as a beanpole
And he wind fanned my heart to a flame
As he looked to the sky
And there`s no wonder why
For Preacher Boy was his name
With his old yaller dog there beside him
And his eyes throwin` sparks in the sun
I grew faint from the heat
From my heart to my feet
When I knew Preacher Boy was the one
Then he didn`t say much
He`s the silent kind
But his arms were strong
Just the same as his mind
And my knees grew weak
As I clung to him
My Preacher Boy, my Preacher Boy
But he heard the call
Now he`s left me
For his faith was stronger than I
And thought we are apart
Yet he`s still in my heart
My Preacher Boy, my Preacher Boy
My wonderful Preacher Boy
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