Tony Joe White - The gospel singer

In the ^D7town of Tipton, Georgia On a ^Ghot and dusty ^D7day Y^D7ou could see the hea^Bm7t coming off the^A7 ground Up the ^D7street a man came running ^GStumbling on his^D7 way And he ^D7shouted that the ^Cgospel singer is ^Gcoming to our ^D7town

Halle^Gluu -- uu^Fjah the ^Cgospel singer is ^Dcoming Halle^Gluu -- uu^Fjah the ^Cgospel singer is ^Dcoming

He was ^D7born in Tipton, Georgia With a ^Gvoice as pure as ^D7gold ^D7And his hair was g^Bm7olden as the ^A7sun ^A7Drinking and ^D7women were his friends But the ^Gpeople did not ^D7know ^D7That he did not ^Cfeel the ^Gsongs he ^D7sung

Halle^Gluu -- uu^Fjah the ^Cgospel singer is ^Dcoming Halle^Gluu -- uu^Fjah the ^Cgospel singer is ^Dcoming

In a ^D7tent, a thick tarpaulin In a ^Gpasture near the ^D7town ^D7The people came and ^Bm7waited all day ^A7long ^A7There were ^D7some who could not walk And ^Gsome who could not ^D7see ^D7And it was be^Clieved that he could ^Ghelp them with his ^D7songs

But the ^Gsinger he had grown ^Ftired Of the ^Clife that he had ^Dlived And to the ^Grich and poor, sick and ^FcrippleD He ^Clooked at them and ^Dsaid I c^Gannot cure your ^Fillness And I ^Ccannot make you ^Dsee For ^GI have loved your ^Fwomen And I ^Csang to you for ^Dmoney

In the ^D7town of Tipton, Georgia The ^Gsun was a^D7rising ^D7But not a soul was ^Bm7seen out on the ^A7street ^A7But some had ^D7gathered in the pasture ^D7And were s^Gtaring outside to be^D7lieve At the ^D7shadow of the ^Csinger 'Neath the ^Gtall and lonesome ^D7pine tree

Halle^Gluu -- uu^Fjah the ^Cgospel singer is ^Dcoming Halle^Gluu -- uu^Fjah the ^Cgospel singer is ^Dcoming