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Preacher Blues
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Hard-rocking, guitar-driven blues-influenced music.
Note June 2024: All of the songs with a RED guitar picture tag to the left were recorded LIVE over backing tracks created with an Nux Loop Core and an Ammoon Pock-Rock. Glarry GTL semi-hollow tele copy guitar used. Mini digital voice recorder with Shure and Fender mikes captured it all live. All the songs with yellow guitar picture tag are the previously recorded blues style songs. These are some songs I started writing and recorded in late 2005, early 2006. I recorded them at home in my loft using cassette machines and a couple of microphones. Pretty barebones stuff. I keep writing and adding new songs as I get the motivation. Life provides lots of that. Check out the videos that I just added, all performed with Crazy Mixed Up World. (see Crazy Mixed up World at reverbnation.com). Songs sound best with headphones.
Song Info
Genre
Blues Blues General
Charts
Peak #14
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
David R. Pankoski
Rights
BMI
Uploaded
March 17, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 2:15
Story behind the song
No story, just a song. Pretty basic blues stuff.
Lyrics
PREACHER BLUES(DP) (Written by David R. Pankoski Jan 2006) I went to see the preacher, To tell him of my sins. I went to see the preacher, To confess all my sins. Had to have a dollar, Before hed let me in. I went to see the preacher, To prepare for judgement day. I went to see the preacher, To prepare for judgement day. He saw I had no money, So he sent my soul away. Goin to the preachers, Listen to what he say. Goin to the preachers, Listen to what he say. But I see my lovin woman, Sneaking out by the back way. Eyed up that preachers wife, She’s looking oh so fine. Eyed up that preachers wife, She’s looking oh so fine. Ill take some of yours, Since you got some of mine. Lord forgive that preacher, Hes just a man like me. Oh Lord forgive that preacher, Hes just a man like me. Lord forgive me too, For stealing from his tree.
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