The Tree Preacher Paul Tommy Sage
[Preacher Paul]
The Spanish moss drapes the tree lines so thick I could barely see
The path in front of me walking this morning
Underneath the sun without a cloud to block out heaven
Or maybe up there is the devil, I’m not certain
The Lord's glory is terrible but just and I am ready
To go forth into battle as his weapon

And I ain't seen a single soul since I came into Moss Bluff
It makes me wonder what I’ve done to lose God’s grace
Down the road a great tree reaches up to rival heaven
Or maybe up there is the devil, at least in this place
The price for god’s protection is heavy, but I will yield
So I can go forth into battle with his shield

A crowd gathers around down there beneath the mighty branches
The red leaves and blackened apples of the tree
They sing and dance and twist in joy, it’s not a thing of heaven
It must be of the devil, plain to see

The flames of the lord’s justice burn with cruelty but precision
Against all who deny they are his children
So turn now to the righteous path, for god will not be waiting
To grab your soul from satan at the end times
The crowd scatters away leaving just one man in the picture
He breathes of darkness, sips of liquor red as wine
And I reach for the lord’s sword but there’s nothing for me to grab
The sky turns red and sun goes black

[Tommy Sage]
Well, preacher man this must be the first day you’ve been in town
You need a guide to what’s around, hell I’ll oblige
You see I wipe my ass with scripture, I spit on the gates of heaven
Fool, you’re talking to the devil, are you blind?
Satan’s price is terrible and collected without reason
But drink here of this gin and you could meet him