Cory Morrow - The Preacher lyrics

Well the cold wind blew the preacher's creed
He said they're comin' after me
I ain't 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
Ain't no preacher man I was born to fight
Yeah can't you hear that train comin' now?
Rollin' fast down the tracks
To hell they're bound
Well I'm in over my head yeah
I hear those pistols layin' down
I've taken the lives of many men
Now the angel's comin' down
I said the angel of death is comin' 'round
Yeah and Lord take my soul I'm 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 Heaven's 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 can't you hear that train comin' now?
Rollin' fast down the tracks
To hell they're bound
Well I'm in over my head yeah
I hear those pistols layin' down
I've taken the lives of many men
Now the angel's comin' down
I said the angel of death is comin' 'round
Yeah and Lord take my soul I'm goin' down
Yeah