Lyrics:
First verse
Old Deeacon Johnson was a preachin' man, The black sky pilot of old Dixie-Land Had never miss'd a Sunday rain or shine, Was always in his pulpit right on time One day a dark-skinned damsel blow'd in town Somebody started scandalation ‘round Next Sunday morn they found the church door lock'd This was the only word the Deacon left his lonely flock.
First Chorus
It takes a Long, Tall, Brown-Skin Gal to make a preacher lay his Bible down For twenty years I'se pass'd ""Joy"" by but now I'm goin' to get mine ‘till I die I always thought that preachin' was my line but since I met this gal I chang'd my min', It takes a Long Tall Brown-Skin Gal to make a preacher lay his Bible down. It takes a Long Tall Brown-Skin Gal to make a preacher lay his Bible down.
Second verse
When Deacon Johnson took his ""Brown"" away, The congregation tried to make him stay They promis'd him if he would not leave town They wouldn't come between him and his ""Brown"" The deacon studied and declar’d at last It ain’t no use, my preachin’ days is past I never realized where Heaven lies until today when I look’d down into my baby’s eyes.
Second chorus
It takes a Long, Tall, Brown-Skin Gal to make a preacher lay his Bible down For twenty years I’se pass’d “Joy” by but now I’m goin’ to get mine ‘till I die I always thought that preachin’ was my line but since I met this gal I chang’d my min’, It takes a Long Tall Brown-Skin Gal to make a preacher lay his Bible down.
