Tono: E
Introducción: Em C D
Em
The cold wind blew the preacher grieved
C
He said they're comin' after me
D Em
I ain't exactly what I seem to be
Em
He pulled his pistol from his side
C
Pointed it at me and cried
D Em
And then he laid a bullet deep in my chest
Em
He stood still revealin' the story
C
That I knew was true before
D Em
And now because of it I lay dying
Em
He claimed to run with Jesse James,
C
William Bonnie, and they all the same
D Em
I ain't no preacher man I was born of fire
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C D G Em
Well I'm in over my head again
C D Em
I hear those pistols layin' down
C D G Em
And I have takin' the lives of many men
C D Em
Now the angel's comin' down
C D Em
I said the Angel of Death is coming down
Em
Well up in the horizon
C
Laid the red sun beatin' cold and dying
D Em
And taking with it all the lives the preacher stole
Em
Well you see the preacher is not real
C
He clench his fists of rage and steal
D Em
And spit the fires of Satan at your soul
Em
He beat the path to Heaven's door
C
The angels said they'd take no more
D Em
Now he walks the Earth forever lone
Em
And on the stone that marked his death
C
When he did finally lay to rest
D Em
Were the lonely words "I'm going home"