Tom: E
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Stopped to rest in San Jacinto
B7 E
My horse shivered in the rain
A
Reflecting back on seven dead men
B7 E
My conscience never will come clean
A
The mission looked warm and inviting
B7 E
The padre poured a glass of wine
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He said my sons sit down and rest here
B7 E
Looks like your luck's run out of time
A E
He handed me the book of angels
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Was it heavens thunder that I heard
E A
Though I can't read the Spanish bible
B7 E
But I can feel the power of its words
A
Always running from the gallows
B7 E
My soul's so dark it won't come clean
A
All my bad deeds come second nature
B7 E
My only moods are scared of me
A E
But as I scan the lovely language
A B7
My sins do not go undisturbed
E A
Though I can't read the Spanish bible
B7 E
I can feel the power of its words
E A
I saddled up and rode out early
B7 E
Before the rising of the sun
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Thanked the padre for his kindness
B7 E
As I loaded bullets in my gun
A E
When I looked back I saw him praying
A B7
The sky was full of soothing words
E A
As he read the Spanish bible
B7 E
I could feel the power of its words
E A
So I go and read the Spanish bible
B7 E A E
But I can feel the power of its words