Story of Tom Mathine

Step out the way, for I'm coming through

By now don't you know who I am

Now, buy me a drink, and we'll get on o.k.

Ah the saints and your conscience be damned

Now big Tom Mathine, was known around town,

As a bully, and a prick through and through

He'd take what he wants, and when he wanted more

You'd pray, he didn't want it from you

With fists hard as rock, and a temper like fire

And a mean streak two mile wide

Yeah, he'd sit at the bar, and drink til he's pissed

Every night, you'd hear the man cry

Then one night a man came rolling to town

Was a preacher, but he still liked to drink

He stepped into the bar, and he sat himself down

With a glass of whiskey to think

From back of the room, there came a loud crash

Tom had knocked that old cop off his chair

He called out, Hey preacher! Sunday school's down the street

So piss off, you're not welcome in here

Well the preacher stood up

Said, I've one thing to say

Jesus loves you, as he loves all of us

But, I'm just a man, and a sinner to boot

So Ill laugh as I'm kicking your ass

Well, the preacher swung twice

Tom fell to the ground

He was crying, with blood on his face

And the preacher made the sign of the cross with his glass

Said, You're forgiven, now get out of my place!