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Preacher’s Daughter (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[opens very soft and slow, to the tune of mona/she’s the one]

I got a date with the preacher’s daughter
She give me life she bring me water.
Every sunday i watch her work
Pretty little (siff?) in a pretty little church
Daddy gives her nod she takes collection
Daddy gives her nod she kneels by her side.
Well i’d sell my soul for just one touch
The lord would too if he loved her half as much.

Well i got a date with the preacher’s daughter.
Her daddy say that the boy’s no good
Just want to raise some (coons?) out through the back woods
Well baby better believe what your daddy say
Just wanna ramrod baby my life away.
It’s a long walk to heaven and a road filled with sin
And they better open up the freeway to let me in.

‘cuz i got a date with the preacher’s daughter
Well now i don’t care what the preacher say
Haaaaayyyy
[identical to "haaaaayyyy, mona"]
Well now i don’t care what the preacher do
Haaaaayyyy
I don’t care what the preacher like
Haaaaayyyy
I don’t care what the preacher think
Haaaaayyyy
Leads me to water but won’t let me drink.
He leads me to water but won’t let me drink.
(big man)

[maracas start, music picks up, bruce starts yelling]

And now it’s (whole little world?) on saturday night
Two boys fighting in a halo of light
Car door flung open and a radio loud
And everybody shouting and running around.
Two guys bloody and one i don’t know
And all little girls shouting "go billy go"
Go billy go.

Well just as i got the preacher’s daughter ready for a light
And (missed a vh fire?) and something ain’t right.
And like a she-devil howlin’ from the gates of hell
Goddam here come the preacher in his coupe deville
Burnin’ up the backroad kicking in the dirt
And oh baby preacher thinks he is church
Well now your lips they shine in the willow mist
And i swear i’d take you down (young croft?) for just one kiss

I got a date with the preacher’s daughter
I got a date with the preacher’s daughter
And it’s haaaaayyyyoooo
I got a date with the preacher’s daughter
Hmmmmm…

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Preacher’s Daughter (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Well I was born in the thirsty earth
Showed up in Tucson,
Fresh out of Leavenworth
Did my time on stale bread and dirty water
Nobody told me that lady was the preacher’s daughter
Yeah heah with her arms she holds me
When we kissed, she never told me
Lamb for a slaughter
She’s my preacher’s daughter

Got loose from my incarceration
I paid a visit to her daddy’s congregation
Welcome home she said, your lookin’ good too
Meet my new husband, he’s the sheriff who arrested you

Yeah heah with her arms she holds me
When we kissed, she never told me
Lamb for a slaughter
She’s my preacher’s daughter

YEAH

So I said my congratulations
‘Bout lost myself to my infatuation
I stole a kiss or two just havin’ fun again
Sheriff don’t like it
Now I’m back on the run again

Yeah heah with her arms she holds me
When we kissed, she never told me
Now I know I’m gonna slaughter
Like the desert needs the water
Give me back my preacher’s daughter
Preacher’s daughter
Preacher’s daughter
Preacher’s daughter
YEAH

Preacher’s Daughter (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(rickey medlocke – ronnie vanzant)

Well, just keep on runnin’ mama, ‘till you can’t run no more
You no your sister told your mama ‘bout the boy next door
Well, i see your sugar daddy comin’ around the corner
I wonder if he knows your the preacher’s daughter, oh no

Well, i seen you through your window, baby, many times before
Yeah there’s a hundred different lovers knockin’ on your back door
Well, i see your sugar daddy comin’ around the corner
I wonder if he knows your the preacher’s daughter, oh no

Well, keep on runnin’ mama, ‘till you can’t get no ?
You’re just a no good woman lord, i ain’t lyin’
Well, i see your sugar daddy comin’ around the corner
I wonder if he knows your the preacher’s daughter, oh no

And i’m takin’ about the preacher’s daughter
Doin’ what she hadn’t oughta
Gettin’ on down
With every stud in town