Reverend Mr. Black [Live]

He rode easy in the saddle, he was tall and lean
And at first ya thought nothin?but a streak of mean
Could make a man look so downright strong
But one look in his eyes and ya knowed ya was wrong

He was a mountain of a man and I want ya to know
He could preach hot hell in the freezin?snow
He carried a bible in a canvas sack
The folks just called him the Reverend Mr. Black

He was poor as a beggar but he rode like a king
And sometimes in the evenin?I could hear him sing
I got to walk that lonesome valley
I got to walk it by myself

For nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself.
If ever I could have thought this man in black
Was soft , had any yellow up his back

I gave that notion up the day
A lumberjack came in and a-wasn't a-prayin?g
I followed him, yes sir, and I don't regret it
Hope that I?ll always be a credit to his memory

'Cause I want ya to understand
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
You got to walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by yourself

For nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk it by yourself.
You got to walk that lonesome valley

You got to walk it by yourself for nobody