Time of the Preacher

But he could not forgive her

Though he tried and tried and tried

And the halls of his mem'ry

Still echoed her liesAnd he cried like a baby

And he screamed like a panther

In the middle of the night

And he saddled his pony

And he went for a rideIt was a time of the preacher

In the year of O-one

Now the lesson is over

And the killin's begun