Heartline Special

I once knew a preacher who was tall quiet and lean

And on his hip he wore a gun like none I'd ever seen

When challenged by a fast gun he would beg him not to draw

Then the gun would leap into his hand and fire before he saw

The heartline special ran true to it's name

The bullet was pushed forward by an orange streak of flame

And just before the death each man would get his just reward

And to this day I think it was the right hand of the Lord

His reputation spread around like the charge of a brigade

And it fell upon the ears of the artists of the trade

And fast gun-slingers rode for miles and came in by the score

They were there to try to be the man that killed the man that wore

The heartline special ran true to it's name...

At night down on his bended knees with tears upon his face

He'd beg the Lord to send another man to take his place

When challenged by a gunman his Bible he would kiss

And it seemed to guide the hand that held the gun that never missed

The heartline special ran true to it's name...

And to this day I think it was the right hand of the Lord