The Gospel Singer - Tony Joe White

In the town of Tifton, Georgia

On a hot and dusty day

You could see the heat coming off the ground

Up the street a man came running

Stumbling on his way

And he shouted that the gospel singer is coming to our town

Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming

Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming

He was born in Tipton, Georgia

With a voice as pure as gold

And his hair was golden as the sun

Drinking and women were his friends

But the people did not know

That he did not feel the songs he sung

Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming

Hallelujah yeah the gospel singer is coming

In a tent, a thick tarpaulin

In a pasture near the town

The people came and waited all day long

There were some who could not walk

And some who could not see

And it was believed that he could help them with his songs

But the singer he had grown tired

Of the life that he had lived

And to the rich and poor, sick and cripple

He looked at them and said

I cannot cure your illness

And I cannot make you see

For I have loved your women

And I sang to you for money

In the town of Tipton, Georgia

The sun was arising

But not a soul was seen out on the street

But some had gathered in the pasture

And were staring outside to believe

At the shadow of the singer

'Neath the tall and lonesome pine tree

Hallelujah, hallelujah …