The Radio Preacher

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Verse 1

In a quiet town where the sun always sets,
There’s a radio call, on AM 570,
An old preacher speaks with a gravel voice,
He tells tales of the past, a man of devotion.

Verse 2

A story of a man who walked the plains,
With a weathered hat from a dusty saloon,
In a world that’s fast, with no time to spare,
He preaches love and hope, but none believe so keen.

Chorus

But we tune in, just for the voice,
Every night at nine, his words we rejoice,
A preacher on the radio, truth we don’t know,
But his story’s in our heart, we let it go.

Verse 3

He tells of the miles in his worn-out shoes,
And the lonely nights spent under starlit skies,
With a pedal steel that plays a lonely tune,
A melody of the life he’s lived, a heart in tune.

Bridge

Through the fading signal, his voice still rings true,
A man lost in time, yet his story’s new,
From a radio distant, we find our way,
In his tales of old, we hear today.

Chorus

But we tune in, just for the voice,
Every night at nine, his words we rejoice,
A preacher on the radio, truth we don’t know,
But his story’s in our heart, we let it go.

Outro

As the sun rises in the morning light,
The radio fades, but his tales take flight,
In a world that’s lost, his wisdom’s found,
In the quiet hum, we’re forever bound.

Chorus

But we tune in, just for the voice,
Every night at nine, his words we rejoice,
A preacher on the radio, truth we don’t know,
But his story’s in our heart, we let it go.