He rode into town one dust storm,
Sheepskin cloak across his back
A preacher man with kind old eyes,
And a mystery for a past
He said he'd come to teach about
The love of God,
But he soon learned what they were missing there
Was justice and the law

There was a cattleman who claimed his clan
Owned all the land around
And any brave fool who that might dispute,
He was quick to snuff 'em out
He'd say, "Take my heed
And you won't pay the price
'Cause honor and a name ain't worth a damn
If you don't have your life"

He'd say, "Ain't nobody faster than this cattle man's gun
I'm a rattlesnake on the trigger
Your last stand'll be lyin' in the sand,
Fallin' to the slam of my hammer"

So one man taught forgiveness,
While the other taught suffering
The preacher said deliverance,
Could be found out on their knees
He said, "I know that you want justice
And you want blood,
But believe me when I say to you,
Don't try and be that man's judge

'Cause ain't nobody faster than that cattleman's gun,
He's a rattlesnake on the trigger,
Your last stand'll be lyin' in the sand,
Fallin' to the slam of his hammer"

One day a young farmer brought his sons to town for feed
And he noticed that the streets were quiet, and he knew what that might mean
The smoke rose in the distance,
His farm burned to the ground
He let the fury overtake him,
When Cattle Man came back to town

Those boys ran out from behind the crowd,
And watched their daddy die,
The big man laughed and said, "Now look at that
Anybody else wanna give it a try?"
Well, the church doors opened with that black cloak flowin' behind the preacher's fiery eyes
He said, "Your ticket to Hell is a comin' to you,
And I got a hollow-point to give you the ride"

And the only thing faster than the cattle man's gun,
Was the preacher's handy finger,
He pulled iron from his side and let that bullet fly,
Beat the rattlesnake to the hammer

While the preacher embraced forgiveness,
Oh, they finally understood,
Under that sheepskin cloak of his,
Was a history of blood