Robert Mitchum - The Night Of The Hunter - Insane Preacher's Prayer lyrics

Well now, what's it to be, Lord? Another widow? How many has it been? Six? Twelve? I disremember. You say the word, Lord, I'm on my way...You always send me money to go forth and preach your Word. The widow with a little wad of bills hid away in a sugar bowl. Lord, I am tired. Sometimes I wonder if you really understand. Not that You mind the k**in's. Yore Book is full of k**in's. But there are things you do hate Lord: perfume-smellin' things, lacy things, things with curly hair.