bil-ly ray was a preach-er's son, and when his dad-dy would vis-it he'd come a-long. when they gath-ered round and star-ted talk-ing, thats when bil-ly would take me walk-ing. out through the back yard we'd go walk-ing, then he'd look in-to my eyes, lord knows to my sur-prise, the on-ly one who could e-ver reach me, was the son of a preach-er man. the on-ly boy who could e-ver teach me, was the son of a preach-er man. yes he was, he was, ooh yes he was. be-ing good is-n't al-ways ea-sy, no mat-ter how hard i try. when he start-ed sweet talk-ing to me, he'd come and tell me ev-ery-thing is al-right, he'd kiss and tell me ev-ery-thing is al-right, can i get a-way a-gain to-night? the on-ly one who could e-ver reach me, was the son of a preach-er man. the on-ly boy who could e-ver teach me, was the son of a preach-er man. yes he was, he was, lord knows he was. how will i re-mem-ber the look that was in his eyes? steal-ing kis-ses from me on the sly, ta-king time to make time, tel-ling me that he's all mine. learn-ing from each ot-her's know-ing, look-ing to see how much we've grown and the on-ly one who could e-ver reach me, was the son of a preach-er man. the on-ly boy who could e-ver teach me, was the son of a preach-er man. yes he was, he was, oh yes he was. he was the sweet talk-ing son of a preach-er man. oh, he was the son of a preach-er man. sweet lov-ing son of a preach-er man.