(spoken) he rode easy in the saddle. he was tall and lean, and
At first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean could make
A man look so down right strong, but one look in his eyes and you
Knowed you was wrong. he was a mountain of a man, and i want you
To know. he could preach hot hell or freezin' snow. he carried a
Bible in a canvas sack and folks just called him the reverend mr.
Black. he was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king.
Sometimes in the evening, i'd hear him sing:
I gotta walk that lonesome valley. i got to walk it by myself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for me. i got to walk it by myself.
(2nd & 3rd times) you got to walk that lonesome valley. you
Got to walk it by yourself. oh nobody else can walk it for you.
You got to walk it by yourself.
If ever i could have thought this man in black was soft and had
Any yellow up his back, i gave that notion up the day a
Lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray. yeah, he kicked open
The meeting house door and he cussed everybody up and down the
Floor! then, when things got quiet in the place, he walked up
And cusses in the preacher's face! he hit that reverend like a
Kick of a mule and to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool to
Turn the other face to that lumber jack, but that's what he did,
The reverend mr. black. he stood like a rock, a man among men and
He let that lumberjack hit him again, and then with a voice as
Quiet as could be, he cut him down like a big oak tree when he
It's been many years since we had to part and i guess i learned
His ways by heart. i can still hear his sermon's ring, down in
The valley where he used to sing. i followed him, yes, sir, and
I don't regret it and i hope i will always be a credit to his
Memory 'cause i want you to understand. the reverend mr. black
Was my old man!