Texty: Dean Brody. Cattleman's 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 he'd 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 that might dispute
He was quick to snuff 'em out

He'd say, "Take my heed
And you won't pay the price
'Cause honor and a name ain't worth a damn
If you don't have your life"

He'd say, "Ain't nobody faster than this cattleman's gun
I'm a rattlesnake on the trigger
Your last stand will be lyin' in the sand
Fallin' to the slam of my hammer"

So one man taught forgiveness
While the other taught suffering
Preacher said deliverance
Could be found out on their knees

He said, "I know you want justice
And you want blood
But believe me when I say to you
Don't try and be that man's judge"

'Cause ain't nobody faster than that cattleman's gun
He's a rattlesnake on the trigger
Your last stand will 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 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 cattleman 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 preacher's 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 cattleman's gun
Was the preacher man's 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