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He rode into town one dust storm sheepskin cloak across his back

A preacherman with kind old eyes and a mystery for a past

He said he'd come to teach about the love of God

But he soon learned what they were missing there was justice and the law

(Verse 2)

There was a cattleman who claimed his clan owned all the land around

Any brave fool that might dispute, he was quick to snuff em out

He'd say, "Take my heed, and you won't pay the price.

Cause honor and a name ain't worth a damn, if you don't have your life."

(Chorus)

Cause ain't nobody faster than this cattleman's gun

I'm a rattlesnake on the trigger

Your last stand will be lyin in the sand

Fallen to the slam of my hammer

(Verse 3)

So one man taught forgiveness, while the other taught suffering

Preacher said deliverance could be found down on their knees

He'd say, "I know you want justice and you want blood

But believe me when I say to you, don't try and be that man's judge

(Chorus 2)

Cause ain't nobody faster than that cattleman's gun

He's a rattlesnake on the trigger

Your last stand will be lyin in the sand

Fallen to the slam of his hammer

(Instrumental)

(Verse 4)

One day a young farmer brought his sons to town for feed

He noticed that the streets were quiet and he knew what that might mean

Smoke rose from the distance, his farm burned to the ground

He let the fury overtake him when cattleman came back to town

(Verse 5)

His boys ran out from behind the crowd and watched their daddy die

Big man laughed and said, "Now look at that! Anybody else wanna give it a try?"

The church doors opened with that black cloak flowin behind preacher's fiery eyes

He said, "Your ticket to Hell's a comin to you

And I got a hollow point to give you the ride."

(Chorus 3)

And the only thing faster than that cattleman's gun

Was the preacherman's hand and finger

He pulled iron fomr his side and let that bullet fly

And beat the rattlesnake to the hammer

Why this preacher embraced forgiveness, they finally understood

Under that sheepskin cloak of his, was a history of blood