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I can still recall the day my uncle Chester caught religion |
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The reverend took him swimmin' and the devil must have drown |
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Uncle Chester he was big mean and even vicious |
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But he didn't stand a chance against the lawman Reverend Brown |
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The lawman Reverend Brown was the sheriff of Pitman County |
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His hair was long and black like the dusty suit he wore |
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In the pockets of his coat were the tools of his profession |
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A tattered old black bible and a loaded 44 |
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And all across the mountain you could hear the children singin' |
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Bout the peace down in the valley like there never was before |
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The reverend had a special way of healin' wicked sinners |
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He only had to shoot a few to save a whole lot more |
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I don't know where he came from but I do know where he gone |
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He's gone to meet his maker and to guard the masters thrown |
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And to keep a home fire burnin' for the ones lost in the night |
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The kind of fire he lit in me to help me see the light |
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And all across the mountain... |
