Well the cold wind blew the preachers creed He said theyre comin after me I aint exactly what I seem to be He pulled a pistol from his side Pointed it at me and cried And he laid a bullet deep in my chest Well he stood still revealin a story That I knew was true before and Now because of it, I lay dyin He claimed to run with Jesse James William, Bonnie and they all the same Aint no preacher man I was born to fight Yeah cant you hear that train comin now? Rollin fast down the tracks to hell theyre bound Well Im in over my head yeah I hear those pistols layin down Ive taken the lives of many men Now the angels comin down I said the angel of death is comin round Yeah and Lord take my soul Im goin down, yeah Well up in the horizon lay the red sun beatin cold and dyin Takin with it all the lives that we just stole You see the preacher is not real He clinched his fists of rage and steel And spit the fires of Satan at your soul Now he beat the path to Heavens door And the angel said to take no more Now he walks the earth forever alone And on the stone that marked his death When he did finally lay to rest Were the lonely words Going home Yeah cant you hear that train comin now? Rollin fast down the tracks to hell theyre bound Well Im in over my head yeah I hear those pistols layin down Ive taken the lives of many men Now the angels comin down I said the angel of death is comin round Yeah and Lord take my soul Im goin down, yeah
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