He rode easy in the saddle.
He was tall and lean,
And at first you'd a-thought nothing
But a streak of mean
Could make a man look so down right strong,
But one look in his eyes
And you knowed you was wrong.
He was a mountain of a man,
And I want you to know.
He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow.
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack
And folks just called him
The Reverend Mr. Black.
He was poor as a beggar,
But he rode like a king.
Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:
[Chorus:]
I gotta walk that lonesome valley.
I got to walk it by myself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for me.
I got to walk it by myself.
You got to walk that lonesome valley.
You got to walk it by yourself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for you.
You got to walk it by yourself.
If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft
And had any yellow up his back,
I gave that notion up the day
A lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray.
Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor!
Then, when things got quiet in the place,
He walked up and cusses in the preacher's face!
He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule
And to my way of thinkin'
It took a real fool to turn the other face to that lumber jack,
But that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black.
He stood like a rock,
A man among men
And he let that lumberjack hit him again,
And then with a voice as quiet as could be,
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said:
I gotta walk that lonesome valley.
I got to walk it by myself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for me.
I got to walk it by myself.
You got to walk that lonesome valley.
You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for you. You got to walk it by yourself.
It's been many years since
We had to part and I guess I learned
His ways by heart. I can still hear his sermon's ring,
Down in the valley where he used to sing.
I followed him, yes, sir,
And I don't regret it and I hope
I will always be a credit to his memory 'coz
I want you to understand.
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man!
I gotta walk that lonesome valley.
I got to walk it by myself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for me.
I got to walk it by myself.
You got to walk that lonesome valley.
You got to walk it by yourself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for you.
You got to walk it by yourself.
He was tall and lean,
And at first you'd a-thought nothing
But a streak of mean
Could make a man look so down right strong,
But one look in his eyes
And you knowed you was wrong.
He was a mountain of a man,
And I want you to know.
He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow.
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack
And folks just called him
The Reverend Mr. Black.
He was poor as a beggar,
But he rode like a king.
Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:
[Chorus:]
I gotta walk that lonesome valley.
I got to walk it by myself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for me.
I got to walk it by myself.
You got to walk that lonesome valley.
You got to walk it by yourself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for you.
You got to walk it by yourself.
If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft
And had any yellow up his back,
I gave that notion up the day
A lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray.
Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor!
Then, when things got quiet in the place,
He walked up and cusses in the preacher's face!
He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule
And to my way of thinkin'
It took a real fool to turn the other face to that lumber jack,
But that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black.
He stood like a rock,
A man among men
And he let that lumberjack hit him again,
And then with a voice as quiet as could be,
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said:
I gotta walk that lonesome valley.
I got to walk it by myself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for me.
I got to walk it by myself.
You got to walk that lonesome valley.
You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for you. You got to walk it by yourself.
It's been many years since
We had to part and I guess I learned
His ways by heart. I can still hear his sermon's ring,
Down in the valley where he used to sing.
I followed him, yes, sir,
And I don't regret it and I hope
I will always be a credit to his memory 'coz
I want you to understand.
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man!
I gotta walk that lonesome valley.
I got to walk it by myself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for me.
I got to walk it by myself.
You got to walk that lonesome valley.
You got to walk it by yourself.
Oh nobody else can walk it for you.
You got to walk it by yourself.
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