Eric Burdon - Gospel Singer lyrics

In the town of Tifton, Georgia On a hot and dusty day You could see the heat coming off the ground Up the street a man came a-running Stumbling on his way And he shouted that the gospel singer Was a-comin' to our town Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming He was born in Tipton, Georgia With just for sense to his gold And his hair was as golden as the sun Drinking women were his friends But the people did not know That he did not live in the songs he sung Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming Hallelujah the gospel singer is a-coming Now in a tent, a thick tarpaulin In a pasture near the town The people came and waited all day long Now, there were some who could not walk Anothers who could not see But it was believed that he could help them With his songs But the singer he had grown tired Of the life that he had lived And to sick and cripple, rich and poor Here is what he said 'I cannot cure your illness Lord, I cannot make you see 'Couse I have loved your women And I sing to you for money' In the town of Tipton, Georgia The sun was arising But not a soul was seen out on the street But some had gathered in the pasture And were staring silently At the shadow of the singer 'Neath the tall and lonesome pine tree Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming To your town, to your town We want to turn it down, turn it down Burn it now, burn it Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming Hallelujah, Lord I lied to you, I lied to you I lied