Green On Red - Rev. Luther lyrics

Call your dog offa me Its Reverend Luther that I've come to see 25 miles down an old dirt road to see a crazy man Croaks like a toad He got sugar, he smoke tea, He preaches ancient history A crowd gathers to hear the man, Some people love him, others can't stand 'im He got a wife with a scar on her face She pours ketchup on his plate, yeah He got a dish got satellite TV He's the guru of the craps town scene You all know who I'm talking about He's Reverend Luther from the Deep Down South Well cripple beggars and amputees, They come to Luther for his expertise He like a beatnik from outer-space He from another time y'all another place He got sugar, he smoke tea, He lives essentially ... They're hired k**ers, their mother's a judge They come together like a slammer of fudge They seek salvation and business too They wanna see what this here reverend can do Well he heals the sick and he feeds the poor His congregation stretches from shore to shore You all know who I'm talking about He's Reverend Luther from the Deep Down South The Reverend rises and he spits on the floor He appears behind an old screen door The crowd goes quiet as he begins to speak Get out my yard, yard give me some peace Don't bother knocking, nobody's home He's drawn the curtains and he's unplugged the phone Don't ask who I'm talking about He's Reverend Luther from the Deep Down South He's Reverend Luther from the Deep Down South