Bold Little Preacher / Morrison's Jig by The Crossing

Dancing At the Crossroads by The Crossing

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Bold Little Preacher / Morrison's Jig
by The Crossing

Album: Dancing At the Crossroads

One fine summer's morning both gallant and gay
A bold little preacher went out on his way
With tracts all in his pockets and Bible in hand
The preacher, the preacher went over the land

He went to the city and when he got there
He met a young man with green dye in his hair
He boldly stepped to him and said, "I suppose
That you're a punk rocker by the looks of your clothes"

"Well, you guesses me right and a wild one I'll claim
My jacket is leather and Rat is my name
Now tell to me, preacher, what is it you fear
The pin in my cheek or the ring in my ear?"

The preacher, he stammered and started to squawk
His words they got stuck in his throat when he talked
His years in the pulpit, they did not prepare
For the day he would talk to a man with green hair

He finally says, "Laddie, naive I might be
But what's to prevent you from being set free?
The angels in heaven and God on His throne
Are calling for you to be one of His own"

"Be off little preacher, now what do you mean?
I'm not in prison, so I must be free
I'm a punk and a rocker and a rebel you see
Be off little preacher, you're bothering me"

We he put on his hat and he bade him farewell
He said "Son, I'm afraid that you're headed for hell
But think on this now before taking that ride
It's surely for you the Lord Jesus has died"

"Come back little preacher, now don't go so fast
Anarchy's prison--you've reached me at last
My dope and my parties are making me ill
Come back little preacher and show me His will"

They fell to their knees and they started to pray
The preacher gained one green-haired brother that day
For what's to be said when it's over and done
The Rat fell in love with Lord Jesus the Son