Reverend Mr. Black Lyrics - Faron Young

(Billy Ed Wheeler - Jed Peters) 

He rode easy in the saddle 

He was tall and lean 

At first you thought nothing 

But a streak of mean. 

Could make a man look 

So downright strong 

But one look in his eyes and you know 

That you was wrong. 

He was a mountain of a man 

And I want you to know 

He could preach hot hell 

Of freezin' snow. 

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He carried a bible 

In a canvas sack 

The folks just called him 

The Reverend Mr. Black. 

He was poor as a beggar 

But he rode like a king 

And sometimes in the evening 

You could hear him sing. 

I've gotta walk that lonesome valley 

I've gotta walk it by myself 

Oh, nobody else can make it for me 

I've gotta walk it by myself. 

If ever I could have 

Through this man in black 

Was sort or had 

Any yellow up his back. 

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I gave that nation 

Up the day 

A lumberjack came in 

And it want to pray. 

And he kicked open 

That meetin' house door 

He cussed everybody 

Up and down the floor. 

Then when things get quiet 

In the place 

Walked up and cussed 

In the preacher's face. 

And he hit that reverend 

Like the kick of a mule 

To my way of thinking 

It took a pure fool. 

To turn the other cheek 

To that lumberjack 

But that's what he did 

The Reverend Mr. Black. 

Well, he stood like a rock 

A man among men 

And he let that lumberjack 

Hit him again. 

Then with a voice 

As kind as could be 

He cut him down 

Like a big oak tree. 

When he said, you've gotta walk that lonesome valley 

You've gotta walk it by yourself 

Oh, nobody else can make it for you 

You've gotta walk it by yourself. 

It's been many years since we had to part 

And I guess I've learned his ways by heart 

I can still hear his sermonts ring 

Down in the valley where he used to sing. 

I followed his yes sir and I don't regret it 

And I hope that I can be of credit 

To his memory for you understand 

The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man. 

You've gotta walk that lonesome valley 

You've gotta walk it by yourself 

Oh, nobody else can make it for you 

You've gotta walk it by yourself...