Lyrics

[Verse]
There's a man on the pulpit with a Bible in his hand,
His voice like thunder rolling through the land.
Sweat on his brow, and his boots worn thin,
Preaching 'bout the wages of a world steeped in sin.

[Verse 2]
He says, "The devil's out prowling, looking to devour,
Don't you feel the heat in his midnight hour?"
The pews shake beneath when he points and hollers,
"Salvation ain’t cheap—it’s gonna cost you your dollars."

[Chorus]
Oh, he’s an old-time preacher with a message to say,
Hellfire burns for those who turn away.
But there's mercy in the blood, though the cost runs deep,
Better pray to the Lord before you lay and sleep.

[Verse 3]
His wife plays the organ; it wails and groans,
A hymn for redemption to the marrow of your bones.
He slaps that Bible like a gavel of truth,
"Repent now, sinner—don’t squander your youth."

[Verse 4]
The children squirm, but the grown folks weep,
As he talks 'bout secrets they think they keep.
He says, "The light of the Lord sees all that you hide,
Best lay it down before the crimson tide."

[Chorus]
Oh, he’s an old-time preacher with a message to say,
Hellfire burns for those who turn away.
But there's mercy in the blood, though the cost runs deep,
Better pray to the Lord before you lay and sleep.