Momma, Ive got something to ask you, have things been alright?
Dads been gone for a while, and the doors been locked up tight.
Shouldnt he be home any minute? Wish I knew what was going on.
I was such a young boy then, still I knew, something was wrong.
Who is this preacher man, and why aint he preaching no more?
Whys he sittin in my fathers chair? Why cant I see my daddy no more?
Momma, you dont have to tell me, we all got our secrets.
Even then I had a feeling I wouldnt know the truth for several years to come.
Who is this preacher man, and why aint he preaching no more?
Whys he sittin in my fathers chair? Why cant I see my daddy no more?
Seemed simple enough. Love divided. Innocent eyes dont fear change.
If youd have told me, then, the cause for departure, youd see a different man before you today.
With thoughts of suicide and my mother on his mind, still I wonder what my father would say:
Priest. No man of his word. Minister of disbelief.
A bastard, a liar, a hypocrite. Manipulative motherfucker stole my life from me.
Who is this preacher man? Used to call him a friend of mine.
Who does this coward think he is in my chair? Why cant I see my kids no more?
I know this preacher man, he aint no friend of mine.
Now hes gone and changed the life of my children.
Dead preacher I hope to find.
Who is this preacher man, and why aint he preaching no more?
