David McWilliams
David McWilliams
David McWilliams
David McWilliams
David McWilliams
David McWilliams
David McWilliams
David McWilliams
David McWilliams
David McWilliams
[Verse 1]
As I was walkin' along the road my raincoat gathered 'round
I met a pretty lady comin' from the town
She had a basket on her arm, and she stumbled as she ran
So when she came before me I commanded her to stand
[Verse 2]
"I cannot stop or stand" she cried, "Though that's the way I feel
But I dare not wait one moment for the sheriff's at my heels"
"Why do they seek one such as you?" I asked her in alarm
"Because I killed the preacher though I meant to do no harm
[Verse 3]
For he followed me alonе last night, and he tried to make no sound
And hе tried to take me upon the cold wet ground
But as he fell upon me I struck out at his head
And when he lay beside me I saw that he was dead
[Verse 4]
And they will not listen to me when I tell them what was done
Devil to me, to them he was a saint to everyone
For he gave sermons every night for all the world to see
Against a man who's loved so well would you believe in me"?
[Verse 5]
So I took her to my house that night, and I hid her through the day
And when the search had ended I sent her on her way
For I don't despise the pauper, and I don't despise the priest
Bur I do despise the Pharisee who prays out in the street
The Pharisee was written by David McWilliams.
The Pharisee was produced by Ray Fenwick & David McWilliams.