The Preacher

Up in the north where the cold winds blow

Over the prairie gold

There's a church bell screaming on the steeple high

Gather, ye children of men

With one hand on the trigger, one hand on the cross

Jesus and his family are two things he's lost

March him to the scaffold and string him up on high

The call came out from the crowd

There's blood in their eyes and blood in their hearts

For the blood turning dry on his hands

With one hand on the trigger, one hand on the cross

Jesus and his family are two things he's lost

He cries, "Oh Lord, what have You done?"

He won't never see Heaven or kingdom come

He cries, "Oh Lord, what have You done?"

He won't never see Heaven or kingdom come

"Listen to me, my wayward flock"

He cried with a noose 'round his neck

"I spoke to the Lord on the mountain top

His bidding was all I could do

I spoke to the Lord on the mountain top

His bidding was all I could do"

He cries, "Oh Lord, Your work's been done

Now show me Heaven or kingdom come"

He cries, "Oh Lord, Your work's been done

Now show me Heaven or kingdom come"

With one hand on the trigger, one hand on the cross

Jesus and his family are two things he's lost