[Verse] Sunday morning light spills on worn-out shoes He steps into the pulpit, preaching ancient truths Tobacco on his collar, shadows in his eyes A crooked smile hiding where the gospel lies [Pre-Chorus] And we listen close, yeah, the stories told Between the smoke and prayer, hearts unfold [Chorus] Oh, preacher man with the tobacco stain Talking ‘bout salvation through the joy and pain We follow every word, in the dusty air Old soul preacher, caught between hope and prayer [Verse] Hands weathered by time, gripping worn Bible tight His voice rolls like thunder, soft as fading light A sinner and a saint, caught inside his call He’s preaching for the lost, but he’s lost most of all [Pre-Chorus] And we hold our breath, as the night comes near In his cracked confession, we find something clear [Chorus] Oh, preacher man with the tobacco stain Talking ‘bout salvation through the joy and pain We follow every word, in the dusty air Old soul preacher, caught between hope and prayer [Bridge] Maybe faith is a crooked road we all must learn With every twist and turn, a chance to rise or burn So we sing with him beneath that old church steeple Truth wrapped in the smoke of a Sunday preacher [Chorus] Oh, preacher man with the tobacco stain Talking ‘bout salvation through the joy and pain We follow every word, in the dusty air Old soul preacher, caught between hope and prayer [Outro] Tobacco on his collar, and a broken prayer Old soul preacher, we find you there.