G.G.

Old Deacon Johnson was a preaching man

the black sky pilot of old dixie land

Had never missed a Sunday rain or shine

was always in the pulpit right on time

One day a dark-skin damsel blow'd in town 

Somebody started scan-da-la-tion ‘round

Next Sunday morn they found

 the church door locked,

and the only words the deacon left his flock:

 It takes a long, tall brown-skin gal 

to a make a preacher

 lay his bible down.

                         Words by Marshall Walker from the 1917 song "It Takes A Long Tall Brown-Skin Gal."

(18' X 12" Acrylic on canvas)