Preacherman say if I didn't follow his savior I'd be pitched from the pearlies on m' posterior If I didn't show up in the walls five times a week I'd have no taste r part of blessins fer the meek He say the Good Book aint fer understandin by me That be his work, t'aint fer me to disagree That's right, that's what he say Painterman say if I can't paint inside the lines With 'Casso and that Michaelangelo I'll never dine See he done been trained by the finest on that ther art On this here subject I t'aint got nuthin to impart Tells me art sho nuf t'aint bout heart and feeling It be about makin mirrors even if taint soul healing That's right, that's what he say Partisanman say if I don't vote his gangs way Country and my chillen's chillin sho nuf gonna pay Says to trust him to luv'em just as much as me Admits I thinks on it, "he do got that ther degree" Tells me he knows pockets n ideals best fer me Just send in this here proxy, n I can set ma mind free That's right, that's what he say Invites Mr. Moldmakerman in fer a sit down n tea While I listen this here 'Chaikovsky, he pretty good ya see Tells me a joke guess meant be funny fer country folk like us Hope no feelins hurt, 'tween you n me was kinda silly but aint no fuss Woulda been more obliging with a ring thats all Sunday mornin's the time for me n the lady's own lord's call That's right, that's what I's a thinkin Moldmakerman scratch and shake the head says okay Say I just too much work n tried s'plainin me away Said I wudn't up to standard with good country folk sights Called me aberrations and waht not n thats just not right Says I was too much work n said his goodbyes I think he was scared when he looked thru his eyes Said he might be back, next time wit entourage Me thinks maybe fraid his reality was only a mirage Misplaced by all Mr. Moldmakerman's men That's right, that's what I think