The cold wind blew the preacher grieved He said theyâre cominâ after me I ainât exactly what I seem to be
He pulled his pistol from his side Pointed it at me and cried And then he laid a bullet deep in my chest
He stood still revealinâ the story That I knew was true before And now because of it I lay dying
He claimed to run with Jesse James, William Bonnie, and they all the same I ainât no preacher man I was born of fire
Pre Chorus: Hey canât you hear that train cominâ now Rollinâ fast down the tracks to Hell they bound
Chorus: Will Iâm in over my head again I hear those pistols layinâ down I have taken the lives of many men Now the angels cominâ down I said the Angel of Death is cominâ down
Well up in the horizon Laid the red sun beatinâ cold and dying And taking with it all the lives the preacher stole
You see the preacher is not real He clenched his fists of rage and steel And spite the fires of Satan at your soul
He beat the path to Heavenâs door The angels said theyâd take no more And now he walks the Earth forever âlone
And on the stone that marked his death When he did finally lay to rest Were the lonely words, âIâm going homeâ
Pre Chorus: Hey canât you hear that train cominâ now Rollinâ fast down the tracks to Hell they bound
Chorus: Will Iâm in over my head again I hear those pistols layinâ down I have taken the lives of many men Now the angels cominâ down I said the Angel of Death is cominâ down