Time of the Preacher Theme

But he could not forgive her

Though he tried and tried and tried

And the halls of his memory

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