Preacher's Wife

She was sitting in the pew, looking so neat
Listening to her husband acting real sweet
He was a preacher man, spoke real loud
Getting his message over to the silent crowd.

She would smile, nod her head agreeing to what he said
While thinking to herself “Oh, drop dead”
The sermon was over and home they went
The day full of preaching, he was really spent

Nighttime came he went straight to bed
He really was an old sleepy head
She tip toed to the kitchen, got her hidden gin
Thought to herself, the fun can begin.

Put on her red dress and spiked heel shoes
Crawled out the window going to “Old Blues”
When she got there the music was loud
Everyone dancing, wasn’t the church crowd.

That sweet little thing had the time of her life
Forgot all about bein’ a preachers wife
The bar closed, she was homeward bound
Climbed through the window, didn’t make a sound.

—- more to come — stay tuned!