But he could not forgive her
through 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