The PreacherBing Crosby & Louis Armstrong

Gather round and hear the preacher
Gather round and hear the preacher man

They used to call him The Preacher, this was true
For he would preach from his heart about the only way he knew
He'd stand up there in the pulpit, heart in his hand
And let that melody take you to the Promised Land

I play one hymn for the ladies, one for the men
Then I would turn right around and play them both again
When they all got singing and clapping hands
I had thе swingingest convocation in all the land

Gather round and hеar the preacher
Gather round and hear the preacher man

Listen to the man, listen to the man
Listen to the man, listen to the man
Blow, preacher, blow

Listen to the man, listen to the man
Listen to the man, listen to the man
Blow, preacher, blow

Now the sermon was over, he'd leave a town
And travel on to the next to lay may gospel down
So bow your heads and we'll join in one mighty call
To say a prayer for the preacher come to his reward

Yes, Lord!