The Little Lady Preacher Chords by Tom T. Hall
Tempo:
104.65 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
D
Ab
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [Ab] [D]
[G] [D] Oh, the little lady preacher [G] from the limestone [D] church, I'll never forget her, [A] I guess.
[D] She preached each Sunday morning [G] on the local [D] radio with a big black Bible [A] and a snow [D] white dress.
[G] She was 19 years of age and [D] was developed to a fault, but I will admit she knew the [A] Bible well.
[G] A little white lace hanky [D] marked the text that she would use.
She'd breathe into that microphone [A] and send us [D] all to hell.
She had a guitar picker by [G] the name of [D] Luther Short, a hairy legged soul lost [A] out in sin.
She [D] would turn and smile at Luther when [G] the program would [D] commence.
With a voice as sweet as angels she [A] would break out [D] in a hymn.
I [G] was a pickin' for her too with what [D] we called the doghouse face.
I clung to every word that passed [A] her lips.
She [G] was down on booze and cigarettes [D] and high on days to come, and she'd punctuate the prophecy
[A] with movements of [D] her hip.
[Bb] [Eb] [A]
[Eb] [Eb] The Lord knows how I loved her, he [Ab] was there each time [Eb] she preached.
But old Luther took her home each Sunday [Bb] morning.
Looking [Eb] back I still recall the way [Ab] it hurt my tender [Eb] pride.
I longed to be a hero but [Bb] there made [Eb] not for him.
[Ab] Sometimes old Luther showed up [Eb] at the studio hat tight and smokin' was a thing he [Bb] liked to do.
[Ab] She never said a word to him [Eb] but said a prayer for me.
I told her in a way that I've [Bb] been prayin' for [Eb] her too.
One Sunday her old man showed [Ab] up and said that she [Eb] was gone.
Said she and brother Luther [Bb] had a call.
[Eb] I can't see me standing in [Ab] that studio [Eb] that day.
I had to face the heartbreak, [Bb] unemployment [Eb] and all.
[Ab] I don't know where they are cause [Eb] I ain't seen them people since.
Lord if I judge them let me give them [Bb] lots of room.
[Ab] I know Luther short and [Eb] he's a hard old boy to change.
And I've often sat and wondered who it [Bb] was converted to [Ab] whom.
[Eb] [Fm] [Eb]
[G] [D] Oh, the little lady preacher [G] from the limestone [D] church, I'll never forget her, [A] I guess.
[D] She preached each Sunday morning [G] on the local [D] radio with a big black Bible [A] and a snow [D] white dress.
[G] She was 19 years of age and [D] was developed to a fault, but I will admit she knew the [A] Bible well.
[G] A little white lace hanky [D] marked the text that she would use.
She'd breathe into that microphone [A] and send us [D] all to hell.
She had a guitar picker by [G] the name of [D] Luther Short, a hairy legged soul lost [A] out in sin.
She [D] would turn and smile at Luther when [G] the program would [D] commence.
With a voice as sweet as angels she [A] would break out [D] in a hymn.
I [G] was a pickin' for her too with what [D] we called the doghouse face.
I clung to every word that passed [A] her lips.
She [G] was down on booze and cigarettes [D] and high on days to come, and she'd punctuate the prophecy
[A] with movements of [D] her hip.
[Bb] [Eb] [A]
[Eb] [Eb] The Lord knows how I loved her, he [Ab] was there each time [Eb] she preached.
But old Luther took her home each Sunday [Bb] morning.
Looking [Eb] back I still recall the way [Ab] it hurt my tender [Eb] pride.
I longed to be a hero but [Bb] there made [Eb] not for him.
[Ab] Sometimes old Luther showed up [Eb] at the studio hat tight and smokin' was a thing he [Bb] liked to do.
[Ab] She never said a word to him [Eb] but said a prayer for me.
I told her in a way that I've [Bb] been prayin' for [Eb] her too.
One Sunday her old man showed [Ab] up and said that she [Eb] was gone.
Said she and brother Luther [Bb] had a call.
[Eb] I can't see me standing in [Ab] that studio [Eb] that day.
I had to face the heartbreak, [Bb] unemployment [Eb] and all.
[Ab] I don't know where they are cause [Eb] I ain't seen them people since.
Lord if I judge them let me give them [Bb] lots of room.
[Ab] I know Luther short and [Eb] he's a hard old boy to change.
And I've often sat and wondered who it [Bb] was converted to [Ab] whom.
[Eb] [Fm] [Eb]
Key:
Eb
D
Ab
G
A
Eb
D
Ab
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ Oh, the little lady preacher [G] from the limestone [D] church, I'll never forget her, [A] I guess.
_ [D] She preached each Sunday morning [G] on the local [D] radio with a big black Bible [A] and a snow [D] white dress.
_ [G] She was 19 years of age and [D] was developed to a fault, but I will admit she knew the [A] Bible well.
_ [G] A little white lace hanky [D] marked the text that she would use.
She'd breathe into that microphone [A] and send us [D] all to hell. _
She had a guitar picker by [G] the name of [D] Luther Short, a hairy legged soul lost [A] out in sin.
She [D] would turn and smile at Luther when [G] the program would [D] commence.
With a voice as sweet as angels she [A] would break out [D] in a hymn.
I [G] was a pickin' for her too with what [D] we called the doghouse face.
I clung to every word that passed [A] her lips.
She [G] was down on booze and cigarettes [D] and high on days to come, and she'd punctuate the prophecy
[A] with movements of [D] her hip.
_ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [A] _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ The Lord knows how I loved her, he [Ab] was there each time [Eb] she preached.
But old Luther took her home each Sunday [Bb] morning.
Looking [Eb] back I still recall the way [Ab] it hurt my tender [Eb] pride.
I longed to be a hero but [Bb] there made [Eb] not for him. _
[Ab] Sometimes old Luther showed up [Eb] at the studio hat tight and smokin' was a thing he [Bb] liked to do. _
[Ab] She never said a word to him [Eb] but said a prayer for me.
I told her in a way that I've [Bb] been prayin' for [Eb] her too. _
_ One Sunday her old man showed [Ab] up and said that she [Eb] was gone.
Said she and brother Luther [Bb] had a call.
_ [Eb] I can't see me standing in [Ab] that studio [Eb] that day.
I had to face the heartbreak, [Bb] unemployment [Eb] and all.
_ [Ab] I don't know where they are cause [Eb] I ain't seen them people since.
Lord if I judge them let me give them [Bb] lots of room.
_ [Ab] I know Luther short and [Eb] he's a hard old boy to change.
And I've often sat and wondered who it [Bb] was converted to [Ab] whom. _
[Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ Oh, the little lady preacher [G] from the limestone [D] church, I'll never forget her, [A] I guess.
_ [D] She preached each Sunday morning [G] on the local [D] radio with a big black Bible [A] and a snow [D] white dress.
_ [G] She was 19 years of age and [D] was developed to a fault, but I will admit she knew the [A] Bible well.
_ [G] A little white lace hanky [D] marked the text that she would use.
She'd breathe into that microphone [A] and send us [D] all to hell. _
She had a guitar picker by [G] the name of [D] Luther Short, a hairy legged soul lost [A] out in sin.
She [D] would turn and smile at Luther when [G] the program would [D] commence.
With a voice as sweet as angels she [A] would break out [D] in a hymn.
I [G] was a pickin' for her too with what [D] we called the doghouse face.
I clung to every word that passed [A] her lips.
She [G] was down on booze and cigarettes [D] and high on days to come, and she'd punctuate the prophecy
[A] with movements of [D] her hip.
_ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [A] _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ The Lord knows how I loved her, he [Ab] was there each time [Eb] she preached.
But old Luther took her home each Sunday [Bb] morning.
Looking [Eb] back I still recall the way [Ab] it hurt my tender [Eb] pride.
I longed to be a hero but [Bb] there made [Eb] not for him. _
[Ab] Sometimes old Luther showed up [Eb] at the studio hat tight and smokin' was a thing he [Bb] liked to do. _
[Ab] She never said a word to him [Eb] but said a prayer for me.
I told her in a way that I've [Bb] been prayin' for [Eb] her too. _
_ One Sunday her old man showed [Ab] up and said that she [Eb] was gone.
Said she and brother Luther [Bb] had a call.
_ [Eb] I can't see me standing in [Ab] that studio [Eb] that day.
I had to face the heartbreak, [Bb] unemployment [Eb] and all.
_ [Ab] I don't know where they are cause [Eb] I ain't seen them people since.
Lord if I judge them let me give them [Bb] lots of room.
_ [Ab] I know Luther short and [Eb] he's a hard old boy to change.
And I've often sat and wondered who it [Bb] was converted to [Ab] whom. _
[Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _