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