True Grit

Remember from what height you have fallen and do the deeds you did at 1st.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,

And I looked and behold. A pale horse. And his name, that sat on him,

Was Death.

And Hell followed with him.

With the reigns between his teeth, He’s a man of true grit

To the sound of horses hooves, Rides a man of true grit

With a pistol in each hand, fires a man of true grit

He’ll never let you down; He’s a man of true grit

Hear the rooster crow, He’s a man of true grit

Fill your hands. Roars the man of true grit

Righteous is the man, The man of true grit

Ready and at hand, is the man of true grit

So untill Armageddon The wise men will bow down before the throne.

And at his feet they'll cast a golden crown. Listen to the words long written down,

When the man of true grit comes around.