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DEACON JOHNSON Oh, well, Deacon Johnson was a preachin' man. Came from a college down in Dixie land. He never missed a Sunday, rain or shine. He was always in the pulpit right on time. One day a dark-eyed damsel blowed in town. Somebody started ---??--- 'round. Next Sunday morning found the church door locked. Was the only day that deacon left his lonely flock. cho: It takes a long, tall dark-eyed gal To make a deacon lay his Bible down. For twenty years, joy passed me by. Now I'm gonna love her till I die. I always thought that preachin' was my line Until I met that gal. She changed my mind. It takes a long, tall dark-eyed gal To make a deacon lay his Bible down Oh, well, the deacon studied and he said at last: It ain't no use. My preachin' days are past. I never realized where heaven lies Till the day I gazed into my baby's eyes. Recorded by the Travelers Three on their early 60's Elektra album "New Sounds." filename[ DEACJOHN XX Feb07 |
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