Lyrics:

I knew a preacher
From Atlanta, Georgia
He was a preachers son
Sunday mornin in the pulpit
Wit the spirit
Friday night havin his
Funky like dat
Blues funky like dat

He wore Stacy Adams shoes
Stetson hat
An when hed had enough whisky
Hed sing the blues
Funky like dat
Blues funky like dat

He tol me, Son, in every sinner
Theres a little bit of saint
In every saint
Theres a little sinner
Funky like dat
Blues funky like dat

He had a store-front church
On Auburn
You could hear it rock
The Hallelujah Corner clappin'
So loud
Way down the block
Funky like dat
Blues funky like dat