Angel and the Badman

There was a man whose deeds were dark as night

And quite by chance he rode into the light

A man, wild as a dust devil with, no place to run

Livin' by his wits and by his gunHe met a girl like none he'd ever known

She cared not for the wild oats he had sewn

And, so, he laid his gun down and set his spirit free

Began livin' in respectabilityBut his old ways of thinkin' wouldn't die

Could not forget the old creed he lived by

And the good and bad and the right and wrong kept fightin' for his soul

Till his heart and mind both went out of controlBut now the old saloon had lost its spell

What once was laughter now was livin' hell

And the hookers, guns and drinkin' in his life were out of place

And in his mind he saw an Angel's face