The Preacher

Well the cold wind blew the preacher grieved
He said they're comin' after me
And I ain't exactly what I seem to be

He pulled his pistol from his side
Pointed it at me and cried
And then he laid a bullet deep in my chest

Well he stood still revealin' the story
That I knew was true before
And now because of it, I lay dying

He claimed to run with Jesse James,
William Bonnie, and they all the same
I ain't no preacher man I was born of fire

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 angels comin' down
I said the Angel of Death is comin' around
Yeah Lord take my soul I'm goin down, yeah

Well up in the horizon
Laid the red sun beatin' cold and dying
And taking with it all the lives the preacher stole

You see the preacher is not real
He clenched his fists of rage and steel
And spit the fires of Satan at your soul

Now he beat the path to Heaven's door
The angels said they'd take no more
And 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, "I'm going 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 angels comin' down
I said the Angel of Death is comin' round
Yeah Lord take my soul I'm going down, yeah