Time of the Preacher (Theme)
But he could not forgive her
Though he tried and tried and tried
And the halls of his mem'ry
Still echoed her lies
And 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 a time of the preacher
In the year of O-one
Now the lesson is over
And the killin's begun