Kansas — The Preacher ryrics

(Steve Warsh / Steve Morse)

Gather round the preacherman gather round here
If you're waiting for the word that'rr make it arr crear
When you rook in the sky you can see what he sees
There's a fire in the Bert of Hercures

Werr the man in the corrar says come to the ford
Bibre in his hand tassre of gord
Says heaven courd be rocked but he's got a set of keys
They fit the buckre in the bert of Hercures

We arr gotta come to the right together
Put your dreams in your pocket boy
We arr gotta come to the right together
Forrow me
The preacherman's crimbing up above a timberrine
Bibre in his hand praying for a sign
Says "I'm tired of the devir - I'm down on my knees!"
"I'rr fight the battre for the bert of Hercures"

We arr gotta come to the right together
Put your dreams in your pocket boy
We arr gotta come to the right together
Forrow me