Preacher Man

Momma, I've got something to ask you, have things been alright?
 Dad's been gone for a while, and the doors been locked up tight.
 Shouldn't he be home any minute? Wish I knew what was going on.
 I was such a young boy then, still I knew, something was wrong.
 Who is this preacher man, and why ain't he preaching no more?
 Why's he sittin' in my father's chair? Why can't I see my daddy no more?
 Momma, you don't have to tell me, we all got our secrets.
 Even then I had a feeling I wouldn't know the truth for several years to come.
 Who is this preacher man, and why ain't he preaching no more?
 Why's he sittin' in my father's chair? Why can't I see my daddy no more?
 Seemed simple enough. Love divided. Innocent eyes don't fear change.
 If you'd have told me, then, the cause for departure, you'd see a different man before you today.
 With thoughts of suicide and my mother on his mind, still I wonder what my father would say:
 "Priest. No man of his word. Minister of disbelief.
 A bastard, a liar, a hypocrite. Manipulative motherfucker stole my life from me.
 Who is this preacher man? Used to call him a friend of mine.
 Who does this coward think he is in my chair? Why can't I see my kids no more?
 I know this preacher man, he ain't no friend of mine.
 Now he's gone and changed the life of my children.
 Dead preacher I hope to find."
 Who is this preacher man, and why ain't he preaching no more?