Stopped to rest in San Jacinto
My horse shivered in the rain
Reflecting back on seven dead men
My conscience never will come clean
The mission looked warm and inviting
The padre poured a glass of wine
He said my sons sit down and rest here
Looks like your luck's run out of time
He handed me the book of angels
Was it heavens thunder that I heard
Though I can't read the Spanish bible
But I can feel the power of its words
Always running from the gallows
My soul's so dark it won't come clean
All my bad deeds come second nature
My only moods are scared of me
But as I scan the lovely language
My sins do not go undisturbed
Though I can't read the Spanish bible
I can feel the power of its words
I saddled up and rode out early
Before the rising of the sun
Thanked the padre for his kindness
As I loaded bullets in my gun
When I looked back I saw him praying
The sky was full of soothing words
As he read the Spanish bible
I could feel the power of its words
So I go and read the Spanish bible
But I can feel the power of its words