Black Chariot

When he entered they noticed, the patrons sat straight
They felt a strange presence, carried some weight
He might be a good man in disguise
There might be a bad moon on the rise
With no tobacco blew smoke through the place
His eyes were not open, an expressionless face
If he's looking for Jesus he won't find him here
If he's looking for chickens, he might strike some fear
Then he took off his hat, showed off his horns
Smiled like the wild and the town was gone
Blood turned cold and thunder clapped
He said "I rode into town on a black chariot"
Threw down the gauntlet, cast out the men
Started the countdown, starting at ten
When he stared through my soul he told me one thing
I could ride in that chariot, all I had to do was sing
So I plucked up my guts, I fired up my chords
The count was at five when I prayed to my lord
Over hearing my wishes, he shook his big head
I fell to my knees when I heard what he said
"Sing for me honey, sing best you can
You better sing well or I'll let you hang
Show me some substance, show me what you got
You can ride out of town on my black chariot"
Soon I'll be singing from the grave
Soon I'll be singing from the grave
He laughed at my effort, then my neck snapped
My voice had been tricked, my soul had been trapped
Dragged me out the bar, threw me on the back
And rode out of town on his black chariot, singing
Soon I'll be singing from the grave
Soon I'll be singing from the grave
Soon I'll be singing from the grave
Soon I'll be singing from the grave