The Preacher

Well a cold wind blew, the preacher grieved

He said "They're comin' after me

I ain't exactly what I seem to be"

He pulled his pistol from his side

And pointed it at me and cried

And he laid a bullet deep in my chest

Well he stood still revealing a story

That I knew was true before

And now because of it I lay dying

He claimed to run with Jesse James

William Bonney and they all the same

I ain't no preacher man I was born to fight

Hey can't you hear that train comin' now

Rollin' fast down the tracks to hell they're bound

Well I'm in over my head again

I hear those pistols layin' down

I have taken the lives of many men

Now the angel's comin' down

I said the angel of death is comin' round

And lord take my soul I'm goin' down

Well up in the horizon

Laid the red sun beating cold and dying

Takin' with it all the lives the preacher stole

He said "The preacher is not real"

He clenched his fist of rage and steel

And spit the fires of Satan at your soul

Now he beat the path to heaven's door

And the angel said to take no more

Now he walks the earth forever alone

And on the stone that marked his death

When he did finally lay to rest

Were the lonely words "Goin' home"

Hey can't you hear that train comin' now

Rollin' fast down the tracks to hell they're bound

Well I'm in over my head again

I hear those pistols layin' down

I have taken the lives of many men

Now the angel's comin' down

I said the angel of death is comin' round

And lord take my soul I'm goin' down