| He fought in the Civil War and many died by him
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| He lived on blood and gore, fed of the fear of men
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| His aim was always true, his colts were full of hate
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| He’d kill your only son, he’d never hesitate
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| Saint of killers had a heart so cold
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| That he froze the depths of Hell
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| He stared the devil right in his eyes
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| And got thrown back from where he fell
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| His guns are deadlier
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| Than a hundred thousand men
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| The Lord is runnin' and hidin' from him
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| Saint of killers wants revenge
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| Searchin' for the preacher to find the word of God
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| He knew that he would find him, nothing could make him stop
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| He crashed the gates of Heaven to satisfy his crave
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| It’ll happen on the Sabbath, God better dig his grave
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| Saint of killers had a heart so cold
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| That he froze the depths of Hell
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| He stared the devil right in his eyes
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| And got thrown back from where he fell
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| His guns are deadlier
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| Than a hundred thousand men
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| The Lord is runnin' and hidin' from him
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| Saint of killers wants revenge |