Reaper And I Had A Hell Of A Talk

They say when the Reaper comes you run or you beg

But this mornin' he sat down with me

And we talked 'bout pain blood and what makes a man good

This is partially a true story

So listen up

It was dawn the desert cold sky painted blood and gold

Smoke from my fire curled like a ghost round my soul

I heard a voice through the breeze low and slow like a drawl

Said Son before I take you I gotta hear it all

I've done some things that would turn angels pale

Stolen from the wicked left a trail through hell

But I pulled a girl and her mama from a man with a gun

Coulda walked away but I didn't run

The Reaper and I had a talk this mornin

Out where the crows were callin

He said You got blood on your hands and sin in your past

I said Damn right but I never came last

I stood for the weak I bled for the lost

Took my beatings and paid the cost

I might be a thief might've killed a few men

But I don't shoot first I don't break just to bend

Yeah I'm an outlaw black hat and all

But my heart's still good when the chips fall

I told him 'bout the nights I don't sleep haunted by names

How I pray for peace but I don't feel the change

How I carry guilt like a pistol at my side

But I stand for the ones no one else will fight

He leaned on his scythe looked me square in the eye

Said Maybe you ain't ready yet to die

I don't judge by the laws of any man

I weigh your heart by the weight of your hands

The Reaper and I had a talk this mornin

Said Son what keeps your fire burnin

I said I've seen monsters wear a badge and a grin

But I never let the real ones win

I ain't clean but I ain't no lie

I just ride with ghosts and try not to cry

I might be a shadow with a smoking gun

But I still save lives when the damage is done

Now the fire burns low and I ride again

Dust on my boots blood on the wind

The Reaper knows me not just the sin