Placeholder: Billy Ray was the preacher's son and when his daddy would visit he'd come along. When they gathered 'round and started talking, that's when Billy would take you walking, out through the back yard we'd go walking. Then he'd look into your eyes. Lord knows, to your surprise: the only one who could ever reach you was the son of a preacher man. The only boy who could ever teach you was the son of a preacher man. Yes, he was, he was, ooh, yes, he was. Billy Ray was the preacher's son and when his daddy would visit he'd come along. When they gathered 'round and started talking, that's when Billy would take you walking, out through the back yard we'd go walking. Then he'd look into your eyes. Lord knows, to your surprise: the only one who could ever reach you was the son of a preacher man. The only boy who could ever teach you was the son of a preacher man. Yes, he was, he was, ooh, yes, he was.

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Billy Ray was the preacher's son and when his daddy would visit he'd come along. When they gathered 'round and started talking, that's when Billy would take you walking, out through the back yard we'd go walking. Then he'd look into your eyes. Lord knows, to your surprise: the only one who could ever reach you was the son of a preacher man. The only boy who could ever teach you was the son of a preacher man. Yes, he was, he was, ooh, yes, he was.

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