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Kenneth Wayne Fuller
Kenneth Wayne Fuller
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There's a man in black
That wears a white collar
He walks a straight path
All the way to the altar
When the wolves come howling at the door
He sends em all running with his forty four
Yeah my preacher packs a pistol, he ain't afraid
Yeah he puts the fear of God in ya til you get saved
One thing's for certain, he ain't messing around
Yeah my preacher packs a pistol, one blessing per round
He shepherds his flock
With a watchful eye
Keeps a loaded glock
There on his side
Don't get me wrong, he ain't looking for a fight
But he'll help you meet your maker if you threaten his life
Yeah my preacher packs a pistol, he ain't afraid
Yeah he puts the fear of God in ya til you get saved
He's got your back, when the devil gets you down
Yeah my preacher packs a pistol, one blessing per round
He's read the good book
He preaches the gospel
He spread the good news
Like all the apostles
And just like Paul, swinging his sword
He does the good deeds in the name of the Lord
Yeah my preacher packs a pistol, he ain't afraid
Yeah he puts the fear of God in ya til you get saved
One things for certain he ain't messing around
Yeah my preacher packs a pistol, one blessing per round
Written by: Kenneth Wayne Fuller

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