Time of The Preacher (2)
Willie Nelson

But he could not forgive her,
Though he tried and tried and tried.
And the halls of his memories,
Still echo her lies.

He cried like a baby;
And he screamed like a panther in the middle of the night.
And he saddled his pony,
And he went for a ride.

It was the time of the preacher in the year of '01
Now the lesson is over and the killing's begun.



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