Sherrié Austin - Son Of A Preacher Man

Country music is alive and well on distant shores, and no shores are more receptive to the genre than the shores of Australia.  The Country Music scene there is so active that there is a Country Music Awards of Australia awards ceremony.  With Australia's Scotch-Irish heritage* it's not a surprise that the music is similar to that which came out of America's Appalachia.

And so we see a stream of outstanding country music talents from Down Under.  Keith Urban is perhaps the most recent of these, but he's by no means alone.  Sherrié Austin is a singer/actress who brings an authentic Scots-Irish sound that is right at home on the airwaves on these shores.  She does a simply outstanding rendition of the song made famous by the late, great Dusty Springfield.  That Sheila can sing some down home country, fair dinkum.



Son Of A Preacher Man (songwriters: John Hurley, Ronnie Wilkins)

Billy-Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered round and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
A-through the backyard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows to my surprise

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was
Ooh, yes he was

Being good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come and tell me everything is all right
He'd kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was
(Ooh...) Lord knows he was
Yes he was

How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowing
Lookin' to see how much we've grown

And the only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was
Ooh, yes he was

The only one who could ever reach me
He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
I kissed the son of a preacher man
The only one who could ever move me
The sweet-lovin' son of a preacher man
The only one who could ever groove me
Ahh, ooh, ahh.... 

* Australians will proudly explain why their race is superior to the POMMs - Prisoners Of Mother England.  You see, their ancestors were selected by the finest magistrates in the British Kingdom.