Story Behind The Song
The story behind the song is how individuals use religion to prey upon others. This example is one from rural America with a small town preacher, who is far from virtue.
Song Description
The singer is out of sorts and needs a stiff drink, as her mama is troubled, while cooking Sunday dinner for the preacher. Singer is stuck in the middle as her mama puts on the vamp and the preacher is already on the prowl. Mama gets a divine scare, as Ka
| Song Length |
4:15 |
Genre |
Country - Bluegrass, Country - Americana |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Distressed |
Subject |
Karma, Judgement |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Preacher's Gone Astray
I. Ain't got no whiskey in th' house and Mama sings th' blues.
Wanna drink away my troubles, but Preacher comes too soon.
He's early for Sunday dinner. I'm 'sposed to entertain.
He acts like a regular sinner, pattin' me on my leg.
II. Mama sprayed on perfume 'til I'm floatin' on th' fumes.
Preacher liked her pot roast, but had she heard th' news?
She said she'd read th' Bible and she had no complaints.
He said her sins made her libel. Hell was full of saints!
(Chorus)
Then she fell down, fell down, fell down on her knees.
She blathered in tongues, "Lord, I wanna please!"
"Take me, take me, Preacher, show th' way!"
Sunday dinner. Preacher's gone astray. (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
III. They sat out on th' front porch swing and Preacher kept his space.
He quoted Hellfire verses then pulled her face to face.
I spied and muttered curses, then lightenin' did th' rest.
It struck down that little faker. Lord beat th' devil's best!
(Chorus)
Then she fell down, fell down, fell down on her knees.
She blathered in tongues, "Lord, I do believe!"
"Save me, save me, Preacher showed th' way!"
Sunday dinner. Preacher's gone astray.
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!)
(Turnaround)
(Chorus)
Then she fell down, fell down, fell down on her knees.
She blathered in tongues, "Lord, I do believe!"
"Save me, save me, Preacher showed th' way!"
Sunday dinner. Preacher's gone astray.
(Tag)
Sunday dinner. Preacher's gone astray. Sunday dinner. Preacher's gone astray. Sunday dinner. Preacher's gone astray.
(Ha, ha, ha, ha! Welcome home!)
That little faker! But, God got 'em!
(And, now he's mine!)
That lightenin' bolt! Knocked that Bible right outta his hands!
(Ha, ha, ha! Yes!)
Preacher's gone astray! Preacher's gone astray!
(Welcome home!)