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

Pre Chorus:

Hey can't you hear that train comin' now

Rollin' fast down the tracks to Hell they bound

Chorus:

Will 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' down

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 spite the fires of Satan at your soul

He beat the path to Heaven's door

The angels said they'd take no more

And 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"

Pre Chorus:

Hey can't you hear that train comin' now

Rollin' fast down the tracks to Hell they bound

Chorus:

Will 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' down