The Reverand Mr Black

artist: Faron Young 1963

by: faron young
songwriters: billy edd wheeler & jed peters

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 in 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:

Chorus: 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.
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 meetin' 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 pure fool
to turn the other cheek 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 said:

(Repeat Chorus)

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!

(Repeat Chorus)