cattleman是gun

He rode into town one dust storm,
Sheepskin cloak across his back.
A preacher man with kind old eyes,
And a mystery for a past.
He said hed come to teach about the love of
God, But he soon learned what they were missing there
Was justice and the law.
There was a cattleman who claimed his clan owned all the land around.
And any brave fool who that might dispute,
He was quick to snuff em out.
Hed say, 'Take my heed and you wont pay the price. Cause honor and a name aint worth a damn if you dont have your life.'
Hed say, 'Aint nobody faster than this cattle mans gun. Im a rattlesnake on the trigger. Your last standll be lyin in the sand, Fallin to the slam of my hammer.'
So one man taught forgiveness,
While the other taught suffering.
The preacher said deliverance,
Could be found out on their knees.
He said, 'I know that you want justice And you want blood, But believe me when I say to you, Dont try and be that mans judge. Cause aint nobody faster than that cattlemans gun, Hes a rattlesnake on the trigger, Your last standll be lyin in the sand, Fallin to the slam of his hammer.'
One day a young farmer brought his sons to town for feed.
And he noticed that the streets were quiet, and he knew what that might mean.
The smoke rose in the distance,
His farm burned to the ground .
He let the fury overtake him,
When Cattle
Man came back to town.
Those boys ran out from behind the crowd,
And watched their daddy die,
The big man laughed and said, 'Now look at that. Anybody else wanna give it a try?'
Well, the church doors opened with that black cloak flowin behind the preachers fiery eyes.
He said, 'Your ticket to Hell is a comin to you, And I got a hollow-point to give you the ride.'
And the only thing faster than the cattle mans gun,
Was the preachers handy finger,
He pulled iron from his side and let that bullet fly,
Beat the rattlesnake to the hammer.
While the preacher embraced forgiveness,
Oh, they finally understood,
Under that sheepskin cloak of his,
Was a history of blood.