The preacher rode into town.
Got off his horse and looked around.
He saw the saloon and gun fights too.
He said to God, this won’t do!
But as walked the dusty street.
It wasn’t chance, they hap to meet.
The devil stood in the way,
he hollerd loud what he did say!”
Get out of town, or I’ll shoot you dead!
The preacher prayed, and quietly said,
It’s you old boy, who will taste the lead!
The crowed all ran for covers den.
They knew for sure how this would end!
The only sound that could be heard.
Was the clinking of their spurs.
Face to face they each did step.
With nerves of steel, without a sweat.
Then suddenly their guns did flutter.
Fire and smoke and roaring thunder!
When the smoke did clear away,
they’d see, Who’s dead,
Or who would stay.
Clawing the dirt, with eyes half close,
The devil was the defeated foe!
The preacher stood with bleeding leg,
the devil tried, but now he’s dead!
He saddled up, and turned to say.
Don’t you worry, about today!
We all will face a trial or two.
But Christ will always bring you through!
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