Placeholder: [mexican comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was, he was, ooh, Lord knows, he was (yes, he was) How well I remember The look that was in his eyes [mexican comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was, he was, ooh, Lord knows, he was (yes, he was) How well I remember The look that was in his eyes

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[mexican comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was, he was, ooh, Lord knows, he was (yes, he was) How well I remember The look that was in his eyes

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