The Preacher

The 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
Pointed it at me and cried
And then he laid a bullet deep in my chest
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 coming 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
And I have taken the lives of many men
Now the angel's comin' down
I said the angel of death is coming down

Well, up in the horizon
Laid the red sun, beatin' cold and dying
And taking with it all the lives the preacher stole
Well, you see, the preacher is not real
He clench his fists of rage and steel
And spit the fires of Satan at your soul
He beat the path to Heaven's door
The angels said they'd take no more
Now he walks the Earth forever lone
And on the stone that marked his death
When he did finally lay to rest
Were the lonely words "I'm going home"