The Gospel Singer Lyrics - Tony Joe White

In the town of Tifton, Georgia 

On a hot and dusty day 

You could see the heat coming off the ground 

Up the street a man came running 

Stumbling on his way 

And he shouted that the gospel singer is coming to our town 

Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming 

Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming 

He was born in Tifton, Georgia 

With a voice as pure as gold 

And his hair was golden as the sun 

Drinking women were his friends 

But the people did not know 

That he did not feel the songs he sung 

Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming 

Hallelujah yeah the gospel singer is coming 

In a tent, a thick tarpaulin 

In a pasture near the town 

The people came and waited all day long 

There were some who could not walk 

And some who could not see 

And it was believed that he could help them with his songs 

But the singer he had grown tired 

Of the life that he had lived 

And to the rich and poor, sick and cripple 

He looked at them and said 

I cannot cure your illness 

And I cannot make you see 

For I have loved your women 

And I sang to you for money 

In the town of Tifton, Georgia 

The sun was arising 

But not a soul was seen out on the street 

But some had gathered in the pasture 

And were staring silently 

At the shadow of the singer 

'Neath the tall and lonesome pine tree 

Hallelujah, hallelujah ...