Jorma Kaukonen Preacher Picked The Guitar
Tell you a story
about a man I once knew
He was a blind streetsinging preacher
that played the blues
His fingers picked the guitar
they danced up an down the board
Passed his days just singing
and waiting on the Lord
People heard his message
they came from miles around
His focus was on the streets of Harlem
sometimes way downtown
Preacher picked the guitar
His hands picked the magic chords
passed his days just singing
Waiting on the Lord
One day the angels heard him sing
so he should be heard
They opened ears around the world
and he could express the Word
And his fingers picked the guitar
they danced up an down the board
Passed his days just singing
and waiting on the Lord
Then he sailed across the ocean
to London and to France
Thanking Jesus everyday
for giving him that chance
Preacher picked the guitar
His hands made the magic chords
He passed his days just singing
Waiting on the Lord
One day his voice was quiet
His time had come
He knew were he was going
Were he had just came from
His fingers picked the guitar
they danced up an down the board
Passed his days just singing
and waiting on the Lord
Well I told you a story
about a man I once knew
He was a blind streetsinging preacher
that played some blues
His fingers picked the guitar
they danced up an down the board
He passed his days just singing
and waiting on the Lord
