The Preacher - Horace Silver

We agreed to wait postpone our wedding date Well I don't know what I was thinking of Now I want to change my mind I don't want to waste our time I'm sure that you're the one I'll always love. So call the preacher, call our friends Book the churchhouse for the weekend Let the wedding bells start ringing in this town And to prove that you're the one I wanna put a ring upon That pretty finger that I've been wrapped around. --- Instrumental --- I know there's lots of men who'd rather have a live-in It's fun to have your cake and eat it too And I've been there before and I kept that open door But honey I don't ever plan on leaving you. So call the preacher, call our friends Book the churchhouse for the weekend Let the wedding bells start ringing in this town And to prove that you're the one I wanna put a ring upon That pretty finger that I've been wrapped around. Yes, to prove that you're the one I wanna put a ring upon That pretty finger that I've been wrapped around...

It was the time of the preacher When the story began Of the choice of a lady And the love of a man How he loved her so dearly He went out of his mind When she left him for someone That she'd left behind And he cried like a baby He screamed like a panther In the middle of the night And he saddled his pony And he went for a ride It was the time of the preacher In the year of '01 Now the preaching is over And the lesson's begun But he could not forgive her Though he tried and he tried and he tried The halls of his memory Still echo her lies He cried like a baby He screamed like a panther In the middle of the night And he saddled his pony And he went for a ride It was the time of the preacher In the year of '01 Now the lesson is over And the killing's begun It was the time of the preacher In the year of '01 When you think it's all over It's only begun.